Mumbai. The city of dreams. The city that never sleeps. Our very own La La Land. Except that it doesn’t need another ‘Americanised’ nickname to describe the beauty and amazingness of it all.
Mumbai is a hot cup of chai in the cold. Mumbai is a warm hug when you need one. A Vada-Pav on a rainy evening. Mumbai is that pal that will be there for you in times and places most tough. A city that will really teach you how to find calm in the chaos.
Finding a seat on a crowded Mumbai Local, a smiling dog on the street, an overly-chatty Rickshaw driver, a smile from a random stranger when you give them directions, you never know where you might get that wonderful feeling of happiness and warmth.
We have the filthy rich and the extremely poor. Some might say that the city is unfair but really, it just teaches everyone to survive.
They might be stuck in a dead-end 9 to 5 job or they might be running from audition to audition trying to make it big, cursing the city for making it so hard but deep down they know, however tough it may be, they’ll never leave because they’ve fallen in love with the city.
Mumbai, our city, is beautiful. Whether it’s the Bandra-Worli Sea-Link, that we cannot pass without whipping out our phones to capture or the crowded yet mesmerizing and majestic Gateway of India. The streets in the suburbs with kids playing gully-cricket or the cafes in the city that we’ve spent hours in with our friends. The years-old single screen theatres that still play DDLJ or the Marine Lines where we could sit for hours, admiring the ‘Queen’s Necklace’, without a worry.
Night or day, the streets of our city are never empty. Youngsters, out partying, and celebrating them making it through another day in the city of dreams. Children out with their parents on a long drive, after loads of coaxing. Only to be back to reality again the next morning.
Truly, the city that never sleeps.

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