Bombay meri jaan

Bombay my home. I love this city. I miss those days where I used to climb up a crowded train and come out all messed up. Drinking sugarcane juice along the roadside, eating ragda pattice. Walking miles and miles without getting tired. Drinking beer and getting drunk. Not one minute of my time goes boring. I love every moment of my time spent there. Such is the city of Bombay. I do not know anything about the spirit of Bombay and all that but there is not going to be a place like it. I miss my city lots.