Mumbai

From the time I have realized that there is a possibility of me visiting Mumbai in December, the only thing I have thought of is...Mumbai. This is a very young and naive me, in Mumbai :)

From the time I have realized that there is a possibility of me visiting Mumbai in December, the only thing I have thought of is...Mumbai. This is a very young and naive me, in Mumbai :)

"I would never make it, I totally tanked the interview", I said, visibly disappointed.

"It's okay, you haven't eaten anything, what would you like to have?", Dad asked, perhaps more worried about the fact that I had not eaten, than anything else. 

"Ice-cream", I responded, gleefully. 

Ice-cream, probably, is the only constant in my life.

We came back to Dehradun and until the time the results of the interview were out, I kept thinking that perhaps I should have worn a cotton dress instead of the dress with a sequin pattern on the front, and maybe I should have worn leather, flat sandals instead of wearing the shiny sandals with heels. That remained the biggest flaw for me ever and I could never forgive myself for that.

I cleared the interview, nevertheless. Maybe the interviewers were more interested in my answers than how "FabIndia" like I was dressed. 

My Mom had recently watched "Ek Haseena Thi" and all she could think of was the fact that someone will take advantage of me in Mumbai, and she couldn't come to terms with the fact that I had decided to live on my own in a place like Mumbai. 

I was determined. I knew I wanted it. 

And then the journey of a lifetime began. I don't know how to put it in words, maybe I can't, maybe I shouldn't...because I cannot do justice to it even if I try all my writing prowess to pen it down, I simply can't.

Mumbai shaped me into the human being I am today. I lost love, I found myself. I earned friends for a lifetime. I learnt and how. I triumphed and I failed, miserably. I made mistakes, blunders to be precise. I learnt how to love myself, despite my flaws. And Mumbai never failed me. I tried my best to never fail it. We walked hand in hand, for a long time, until I was ready to say goodbye. 

Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I type this, and I know I can never feel this way for any other place, ever.

I love you, Mumbai. See you soon!