After nearly a three month time spend in Delhi I flew back(
that’s right steeling myself in the flight to overcome my absurd fears of
flying) to Mumbai to sultry weather, the Shiv sena nailing a poster outside
Wankhede praising the guard who defies SRK, no water in the house because the
BMC supply had developed a snag and finally Bombay Sapphire gin and lime shots
with a friend in the night followed by prawn noodle soup at Kamling. Phew! Don’t
get me wrong. I love the city despite the you know what, love the cultural and
personal promiscuity of the city that always simmers below the surface, the
dark roiling clouds above slowly becoming pregnant with rain and the mind
affected by the sea that tells you anything is possible.
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