Mumbai Mumbai is where it all started. I was born in Worli in a little hospital on a Sunday. It was the beginning of a life long love affair. Since childhood Mumbai has been special for me. My parents lived in Pune and I have a deep connection with the city, but I always end up cheating on her with my affection for Mumbai. I used to go to my grandparents' place in Worli for every holiday. The sunsets on the Worli sea face were magical. From the balcony of their government quarters, we could see Haji Ali, melting into the orange waters. I have wanted to visit the place since I was five. I finally went when I was twenty. Walked across the narrow strait, as the water lapped against the bridge. All the way to the dargah to make a mannat. Tied a small piece of thread in faith that God will answer my prayers. I was not believer and still am not, but there is some sort of vibe in that salty air that makes me wish that I was. The sea and Mumbai are very in...
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