There’s something in the air,
Amidst the humidity, rain, and sun,
There’s something in the air.
I go from cab to local, local to rickshaw,
And I see a piece of history in the present.
I love the opulence; the fancy cars and expensive stores,
And I witness the reality of life; from dust-coated buildings to make-shift houses on roads,
I see it all.
I’m in a world that sees life in all its glory – on one street,
Where people laugh, cry, sing, and dance in one single stretch of land by the bay,
And where I find myself feeling all of the world’s emotions, at once.
I never knew a city that never sleeps,
Till I saw you, Bombay;
Till I saw the beauty and magic that you hide under all that humidity, rain, and sunshine.
(Picture credits: Pexels)
Post Copy: Mumbai, this one’s for you!
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