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I don't know what it is about Mumbai!! she draws me in and i get sucked in. her allure is irresistible. It calls out to people, it draws hordes from every nook and cranny. that's Mumbai for you. Look at the night sky and you might not get to see the bright stars due to the smog but you still love the sky. It provides you a sense of belonging. the roads are always logged, crammed, cars honk everywhere, the noise is deafening but you yearn for it, when you don't hear it. The noise is integral to life for a bombayite. houses are shrinking, people living in matchboxes. The roads and pavements have become the whole new way of living, walking might lead to you prodding on some belongings, making you almost twinkle toes!!
We live by the mantra "survival of the fittest", yet we are ready to help anytime, anyplace!!
You may crib, may cry, yell or shout but Mumbai makes you fall in love.
People believe that you get only one 'great love' that shakes you, changes you. I have got my great love and its right here-  Mumbai!!
As Peggy Lee sings "you give me fever!" Mumbai you surely do!!

I MISS YOU!!!
                                  - dedicated to a friend who doesn't acknowledge my presence anymore. Its painful, he's mean but i still miss him.....

I am broken. My soul is weighed down. I feel scared, helpless, vulnerable. But you don't need to bother. You have never bothered. You care about yourself, about your image, about your soul. I don't need you, i will march forward and once i go ahead i will never need you.
You are not my support, instead you have become a liability. You are now just a body, something i need to protest against. i believed in you, so you fed me shit to digest, but I cant take anymore, so i will protest.
Because of you, my belief is dead, just a zombie roaming the streets. My memories buried deep within me, but i shall rise you don't need to bother, i will move forward, without you.
                          This post is dedicated to the government of Maharashtra, in the wake of the recent terror attack. We don't need you, because you haven't helped us, instead we have helped ourselves. You have become a liability rather than an asset and you really don't need to bother anymore.

I shut my eyes to sleep.My body felt tired. My soul was burdened with many feelings. I laid my head on the pillow and tried to forget all around me. My body made contact with the soft fabric of the bed sheet, my head rested on the pillow, i felt safe under the covers. I closed my eyes to fall in deep slumber, but images drew out in front of my eyes.
The images were vivid. Every detail was clear. Tall buildings, with people at the windows waving at me. I wave back but their waves become more frantic and only then do i realize that the waves are people pleading for help. There are tears in their eyes, they are begging mercilessly for someone to rescue them. in other rooms, i see dead bodies strewn around. Some are men, while others are women. They lie as if they are broken dolls, their faces expressionless but eyes with fear filled in them.
i hear shots, small and big explosions. the small ones make me jump in my seat, the noises make my soul jump out of my body. Along with the explosions, i hear the voices of people, many cry whilst others scream. Their screams so loud that my ears ache. I look around and i realize that am not external to all this and am in the midst of all this chaos. Women around me are crying while some have lost the pinkness of their cheeks.
I cant take it anymore and i open my eyes. my pillow is wet, my face is stained. i have cried and i am glad that i am awake so that the nightmares stop. I step out to my window and i see that the nightmare in my head is the reality outside.