The house where I grew up..
The people whom I laughed with, shared my life..
The school where I went to.. The college where I chilled..
The familiar streets, the road-side food..
The tangy chats, the spicy chutney..
"Bhaiyya.. ek sookha puri!"
The glass of ganne ka juice which energised me,
The softy ice-cream which mesmerized me..
Amma's lectures and cooking ,
Achan's non-stop worrying..
The table which held my books,
The shelves which still hold half my library :)
The walls which know of my dreams,
The pillows which know of my tears.
The local trains, which ran my life..
The shopping for trinkets, the price haggling
The battle of wits and strength for..
that very prized.. "hawa wala window seat"
Bombay for me is all this and more.. and it always will be..
Someone rightly said, home is where the heart is..
And a piece of my heart will always stay in Bombay..
The people whom I laughed with, shared my life..
The school where I went to.. The college where I chilled..
The familiar streets, the road-side food..
The tangy chats, the spicy chutney..
"Bhaiyya.. ek sookha puri!"
The glass of ganne ka juice which energised me,
The softy ice-cream which mesmerized me..
Amma's lectures and cooking ,
Achan's non-stop worrying..
The table which held my books,
The shelves which still hold half my library :)
The walls which know of my dreams,
The pillows which know of my tears.
The local trains, which ran my life..
The shopping for trinkets, the price haggling
The battle of wits and strength for..
that very prized.. "hawa wala window seat"
Bombay for me is all this and more.. and it always will be..
Someone rightly said, home is where the heart is..
And a piece of my heart will always stay in Bombay..
1 comment:
It's true for everyone who has lived in and loved this city! It may not be the same Bombay we knew of or grew up in, but it will always be home. Always!! :)
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