Mumbai…the city of dreams…

Mumbai

Mumbai…the city of dreams. It is said people come here to fulfill their dreams.

I, a dreamer whose favorite hobby has always been dreaming, today even I’m standing here. Don’t know why my fate has got me here, because Mumbai was never in my dreams.

My dream, my journey, my destination was somewhere else, but after coming here I’ve got a weird feeling. May be this was never my dreamland, but who knows even my dreams come searching for me here. Who knows even my dreams come true in Mumbai?

This city is really crazy!!! It really gives you a lifetime experience.

There are sleepless, sparkling eyes all around, which are still not tired of dreaming their favorite dreams.

The fast moving life. Whether it’s a business tycoon or a small roadside Vada Pav vendor (Indian Burger), nobody has time for anyone. The funniest part is whether its day or night you’ll always find people in a hurry for office or a date 😛 after all they don’t have time.

Whether the city is on red alert, or after a bomb blast, the life here goes on. The best part of the people here is there smile. I think that’s the only thing that keeps them moving.

The lovely old couples at Marine drives, feeling the sea breeze holding each other’s hands. They still see love in each other’s eyes. The old man with stick still finds himself strong enough to give his hand to his lady while stepping down from the pavement. His grip assures her that he can still take care of her, and he still loves her and she assures her love for him with a smile.

The group of grannies sitting together and gossiping about their husbands. Still not tired of caring about their husbands and their bad habits.

The young couples sitting in silence after a hectic week and work load, sharing one cup of coffee, feeling each other hand. Some were sorting out their life problems, some teasing each other, some arguing on a silly matter, some just sitting and feel each other’s presence.  That’s there lovely dates. Their happiness is in being with each other.

Children who find happiness in playing with sand, the sea fascinate them. The priceless smile on their after they are done with making a sand castle.

This fast city seems to stop at sea shore… When I stand facing the sea, feeling the sea breeze cut through my body, I feel the time has stopped, I can hear my heartbeat, I feel alive.

I felt life, I felt love, and more than that I felt me in all such beautiful moments which made me smile for no reason. Yes, they are special.

 

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8 thoughts on “Mumbai…the city of dreams…

  1. Shakti Ghosal says:

    Hi Pragati,

    You obviously are more of a dreamer than I. To me Mumbai has fallen from the pedestal of “City of Dreams” long back. How could it be a place of dreams when folks don’t sleep? How could you dream in a place where there is barely a place of solitude?

    Like your positivity and writing style.

    Shakti

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    • Pragati says:

      Well you got it right Shakti, I am a hard-core dreamer and to me the actual dreams are seen with open, which never lets you sleep. You really don’t need silence and solitude to dream. Dreams are dreams, it doesn’t leave you whether your alone or sandwiched in a Mumbai local train.

      Thanks for dropping by. 🙂

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  2. Tatsat says:

    Been to Mumbai twice, for two entirely different reasons.
    And did not like it much on both occasions. But then, that is just me.
    I have not been to the seashore but I guess its a kind of feeling, I can not envision sitting alone in Delhi right ?

    You talked of happiness. Ahh well…. 🙂

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