Dear you ,
I hope this letter finds you with as much happiness , as the people of Mumbai finds, on it's shoreline. Though I keep comming here for work , for years , yet something about this city makes it an adventure too, rather than just a visit.
The people , their rush , push , panic and run, all seem to live by the pulse of this great metropolis. Surely Mumbai and it's crowd has it's own experience, that is more of an daunting task for people like us , who are now used to live in villages, high in Himalayas.
It is quiet amazing to think how seven islands were connected and put together to form this dream. I wonder who dreamt it. They must be very happy to see , such a city thriving. The Portuguese and British heritages still remain , reflecting the glorious footsteps of it's origin.
The food and it's distinct feature is something I adore , as much as I adore you. The Vada Pav in every nooks and Corner, the special keema and meat delicacies with bakery from old Iranian cafes , all makes up for a tasty encouraging food finding venture.
A city that never sleeps and yet is called a city of dreams. When does the people get the chance to dream then ?
All this ironies makes up Mumbai for everyone , I guess. Everyone belongs here , and it belongs to everybody, and that might be the reason why this city has allure like no others in India. A whole bunch of hearts, migrate everyday in this city , in their purpose to full fill their dreams and make a living happy.
Of all places here , the Marines will be my favorite. Anytime of the day or night , it has the power to relax any mind in otherwise such a busy city. And that is where , I also like to sit and watch as the sea form a loving bond with the city. Sunrises and sunsets are special , and they remind me of a " what if ". The hope of someday , that you and I might behold a sunrise or sunset sitting here , listening to the untiring waves that keeps touching the untiring city.
In the end , I think I find a huge resemblance between you and this city.
Both of you're beautiful, not because of the pretty glamour outside but because that chaos stirs around you and still, you choose to love everyone the same. You take tragedies and turn them into gold. You know how others feel and you give them the right reasons to believe in life again. More importantly even in love. And that's why you're so goddamn beautiful.
Note from the Author,
" Travel made me rich and free. Magic and miracles are true , once you wander on the roads to places different and divine. Sharing with you all, those memories and stories , and wishing you all , that someday you guys travel far and wide too. I am not a great writer , so ignore my grammar and spellings, read it with feelings, and you might just be affected with the wanderlust to hit the road"