Colaba and me.......

I know there are people writing about terrorism and everything that happened in Mumbai everywhere, and I would not be any exception. Some of the writing I see came right from the heart of these authors, I believe they had a connection to the place we saw so gruesomely ravaged in Mumbai.

I had a connection too...my sundays in Mumbai was reserved for colaba, something that i would look forward to from the start of the week, it was as if i was going through the motions so that i could achieve my only goal of getting to colaba on sunday.

A sunday morning train from Andheri to town, the only time i would take trains to travel in the city followed by an english breakfast in Mondys ( for the uninitiated Cafe mondegar), Then wandering around Appolo Bunder and the gateway of India, sometimes taking a ferry to one of the nearby island attractions. I always used to be back in time for stea and beer at Cafe Leopold or Iranian spread at picadillys. Its not the food or the place that is special, but its the cherished times that makes that place special.

When I figured that I was going to leave Mumbai to move back to Bangalore, The stroll down Colaba causeway on that sunday was heartbreaking, My life was going to change and the Causeway in so many ways reflected and stood testimony to the life I had lived before that, when I took a taxi that day from the Juice shop opposite Leo's, I cried because I was leaving the real me behind.

Cheers to spirit of waking up every morning, jumping into a new challenge and conquering it every minute, mostly because no one has a choice in mumbai... but the most spectacular thing about this great city and its people is that everyone does it as if they love and adore what they are doing.

Every city grows on you, Mumbai had grown inside me......