Sitting on the window of your house, looking at the rain pour down from the heavy sky, the smell of the wet mud, having hot coffee, endless talks with your girlfriends. It’s like living the dream right?
Com’on. That doesn’t really happen. So here comes the bitter truth. Travelling in jam packed buses and trains, touching each other’s sweaty bodies, going through all the possible pot holes, getting totally drenched, entering late in college is the reality. Don’t act all sad now because this is what life in Mumbai in.
We live in a metropolitan city with a population of 1.22 billion. (Yes, I googled it). It’s the fastest city ever. Not knowing Marathi and living in Mumbai is one hell of a job. I can understand, no doubt. But can’t read, can’t write. And I have survived from 9 years.
Living in Mumbai for over 9 years, it’s made me fall in love with it. Never ever will any mumbain ever find a substitute for this super cool city. It’s the happening city. Night life can’t be forgotten. Safe? Totally. You tell any Mumbai resident to shift to “the capital-Delhi”, be ready for some crappy language!
Mumbai-meri jaan! Proud to be here!