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Mumbai Meri Jaan ( Based On True Events)

By Yashada Purandare


Proudly born n brought up in Mumbai...

More stay in this city more it makes me fall for it...

Yes... It is crowded n even dirty sometimes... But many other reasons to ignore these small things...

Why?


Someday back in may summer during pick hrs, my train was stuck for half n hour n a lady was seated at the window seat and offered me her seat for some time. In pick hours window seat of Mumbai local train is more valuable than gold.


An auto guy who dropped me off late at night was waiting at my building gate... Not with bad intentions but just to see m safely going into my building.


Another day I saw a girl wearing a short dress n was talking over the phone. She was unaware her dress was slightly going up but people were so busy rushing for offices. No one noticed that...





A lady who caches the same train every evening was discussing her household issues with me n I told her some new technics to handle it it worked out she thanked me a few days back... I still need to find out her name...


Met an old-aged uncle in my office lift who sell newspapers and never forgets to wish me good morning n have a nice day...


On the crowded Dadar platform saw a couple hugging and smooching each other. Later I realized that girl was waiting for the express train n was leaving Mumbai. May b it was their meeting. But no one pinpointed them or advise them not to do so coz no one noticed it.


It was mid-June n colleges were recently started. A father came to drop his daughter on a packed train n his daughter was climbing in a packed train. I was at the inside part of the door. I put my hand around her n I saw worry has vanished from his eyes... He smiled at me...


There are many reasons to leave Mumbai n to settle down in abroad... But there are even more reasons to stay here n experience humanity, spirit, n many more feelings...


By Yashada Purandare




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