It has been quite sometime, when I had to write a travelogue on Mumbai or a satire or maybe plain jane experiences like engulfing the memoirs-aka-mumbai diaries or we may call, dhobi ghat.
My experiences has not outlied the magnum opus written on the maximum city. Neither has it outdone to find a place in my mind or heart till now. The smell of the rain, as people say is enchanting here..i have to experience that. The first time I felt Mumbai, was in a smoky art work at an exhibition in New Delhi. I wondered what this place could be, if I had to stay here. I hear people saying there is an energy emanating from the air that blows and dries in mumbai. And I have to admit, I second that.
The patchy woodwork by the craftsman with little beads of sweat ; a busy street with blaring horns deafening the eroding silence of your mind; a loud clamor in your soul spreading and detracing the underneath wall of you and then crushing it layer by layer; an artist's masterpiece unlike the last leaf that struggled with the wind for its mere existence; a common man licking his thirsty lips fearing he might grow sluggish, detesting the abominable lull in the air and then withdrawing in the gloom; an anticipated youth's heart fluttering for it has just blossomed and has smelt love in the same air; an executive who laments every ride by the local train yet strives to yearn for and earn the ultimate happiness that crops day in and day out; the bigshots who find solace in the glistening wall of their abode away from the glitterati, who stare at the stars shining and glitzening with the sparkle they want to attain someday; the ever flowing and incessant roaring of currents that dries the once marinated souls; the shapely mammoth rocks at the sea shore which has witnessed plethora of emotions, been silently wafting loud sneer of hobnob.
the colourless fragments of mind, the shapeless-amoeba like thoughts, the uprising noise of soul, the somber delicate entwined twirl in the wind which has a never ending fear of breaking down in the middle; such is life from the pages of the city.
