Hopelessly in love with Chaos
City has a character and a spirit of its one. The first time I laid my eyes upon Mumbai, the first word that came into my head was CHAOS. People call it the city of dreams, I didn't understand what they meant. All that I could see was the ubiquitous filth and people everywhere. The first person I spoke to in this city was a taxi driver on my way from the airport to Andheri. I had to listen to him abuse me for my poor Hindi and yet again I was the unwanted Madarasi. There are so many words in this world, of which some really sting. That one stings me hard, some ask me to take it in my stride. That is an art I am yet to perfect. The first few months here were not the best. I hated the uncalled rain which poured at its will with no mercy what so ever on me. My relationship with Mumbai is like is like a typically Indian movie story. There is this boy who loves a girl, he might not be the best but love triumph all. The city might have its flaws it sure did win my heart. The last t