It has been a while. Let’s confess.
I miss this writing. I kind of regret.
2 months and 6 days. Today I sit to write to You.
Dear Mumbai, This one is for You.
You welcomed me with a smile and a song
Each time I met someone new,
I had to explain –
Yes I am from Calcutta, but I am not a Bong.
I redefine my identity
Each time I mingle in your diversity.
Time and now, Forever again
You surprise and put a smile to my gloomy days
Nothing fancy – But just as a ray of sunshine on a rainy day.
Surely your Starbucks blends the coffee well.
But, guess, my senses got blended with the cycle coffee they sell by Carter.
I admire your simple lives entwined in complexities.
Work hard, Party harder – nothing less
For every life is a story of some adversities.
Every now and then, I run across your shore
You hold my hand to say – go slow.
I frown back confused – I can’t afford
Live it up, or Let it go.
There is no fun in taking on the mediocre road.
You bring me to Being. Being what I believe.
Being who I am. And Being, to what I aspire to hold beyond.
I shouted out to life, with you by the bar.
Also, shared the silence with your waters under the stary dark.
Every time, I felt a little blue
– a little homesick or a little less true
You came hugging behind with a breeze to say –
Hey dear! I am right there for you.
Hold on Dear Mumbai!
Your rosiness has another side.
You turn pricky and dull when I hold you tight.
Your honks and crowd makes me wander.
Wander into corners I call my own.
Own it until this moment I define Now.
For if tomorrow never comes
I’ll still linger in You
As you will linger around in my memory.
Sometimes, this wanderer seeks company –
A mother’s touch and a nephew and niece who love me much.
They rightly say, you take away much more than what you share
I’ll beg to differ for your slightest care.
Some unsaid tales, I confessed to you this day.
Stay good, for that is the least I can say.