So I finally decided to muster all the courage I got and opened this word document. Yes, neither did I open the once beloved notebook whose pages have turned yellow while it waited for its indifferent owner. Nor I could find that blunt pencil from the once gifted pencil box. Those days are long gone. I have moved on into a more technology savvy and a much sophisticated world. Therefore now when I attempt to write this point of view, I expect it to be complete this time. No matter how many times I have to thwart my window dwellers, a pair of pigeon’s attempting to enter my room through the large floor to ceiling glass window or my maid’s constant nag to whether I need more condiments in my dal or not. I am going to finish this time, undaunted by the numerous incomplete ones left in the document’s folder in my small 12 inch office laptop.
I have been long gone. Lost perhaps, in this fast paced city called Mumbai. The city welcomes you with its arms wide open. It then engulfs you in a second and overwhelms you with all the surprises. Being the late bloomer, well that’s me – I am writing this after one long and eventful year after shifting here. When you live in a small apartment in a high rise overlooking a slum in a city with 12 million people, you are bound to reflect one day. Well, that day has come for me. From the untimely screeching on the brakes by the local Best buses on the road next to my tenth story flat, to the rhythmic gutergoo of the nonchalant birds, this place has taught me persistence. They taught me that the life is going to test you, fail you and even applaud you. But you need to move on. Never inert, just like the city winds which even in the sweltering heat will lift off your worries with a single swoosh. The roads may be narrow, broad or cavernous, but you need to drive ahead. At times, you apply brakes, but mostly run past through them, as the time is most precious. It is the life’s investment which is quickly dwindling. Be like the stubborn pigeon, ever persistent. Not a single day has passed when I have not had a joust with the pair for my little space in my own apartment! The incessant rains here will make you in love with the city. They will tease you, please you and make you marvel over their spontaneity that you will want to be like them.
Much have been explored, yet there is enough left to explore for a lifetime. This city is a magician and it never fails to amaze you with its tricks. It a constant discovery while I continue to live in its embrace.
The past is gone. And so will the future, if I keep looking behind. This is my new home and I am absolutely in love with it; for now.
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