Dear Bombay,
Thank you for the green lights on 3 consecutive signals, the day I had an interview!
Thank you for the spray of salty sea water at Worli sea face, the Carter Road drives, for the excited child in me whose eyes still light up with memories of back to school shopping on Abdul Rehman street, for the ‘katta’ opposite college.
Thank you for the pani puri at elco, jinni dosa at khau galli, the ice pan and sooooo much more ‘amazing’ food.
Thank you for being safe enough that our parents allowed us to hang out late at night, for the fear of law, for the efficient and available traffic policemen, for being home to Bollywood.
Thank you for the rains because it’s alright that we take 3 hours to get home once in a while, but it’s amazing that we have almost enough water for the ever increasing number of people who live here.
Thank you for the Vadapav uncle who looked after my heavy school bag while I played around and waited for the bus to arrive, for the rickshaw wala uncle who reached my building every morning sharp at 8:15 so I could avoid the late mark at work.
Thank you for intstilling compassion in me so I reflect your essence because ... “I’m from Bombay and we look out for each other”
Yours truly,
A girl who grew up in Bombay
Thank you for the green lights on 3 consecutive signals, the day I had an interview!
Thank you for the spray of salty sea water at Worli sea face, the Carter Road drives, for the excited child in me whose eyes still light up with memories of back to school shopping on Abdul Rehman street, for the ‘katta’ opposite college.
Thank you for the pani puri at elco, jinni dosa at khau galli, the ice pan and sooooo much more ‘amazing’ food.
Thank you for being safe enough that our parents allowed us to hang out late at night, for the fear of law, for the efficient and available traffic policemen, for being home to Bollywood.
Thank you for the rains because it’s alright that we take 3 hours to get home once in a while, but it’s amazing that we have almost enough water for the ever increasing number of people who live here.
Thank you for the Vadapav uncle who looked after my heavy school bag while I played around and waited for the bus to arrive, for the rickshaw wala uncle who reached my building every morning sharp at 8:15 so I could avoid the late mark at work.
Thank you for intstilling compassion in me so I reflect your essence because ... “I’m from Bombay and we look out for each other”
Yours truly,
A girl who grew up in Bombay
