The city is calling me.
The rains, the traffic, the people,the vadapaav, the madness.
I have big plans.
This time I want to explore the city.
Get into the quaint gallis.
Walk around.
Stop and stare.
I want the city to engulf me.
To make me breathless.
Get drunk somewhere.
Everywhere.
Make new friends, meet new people.
I want to discover places.
I want to shop in those little boutiques. Discover treasures that my city has to offer.
I'd like to eat from a Parsi bakery.
I want a tattoo.
Drive in that crazy city.
Get stuck in traffic and then complain about the damn roads.
Have a long meaningful conversation with someone.
Can you smell that ?
Its the smell of freedom.
Summer '12 sounds promising already. :)
thatsss bombayy ur talking bout? yes yess? yesss I'm sure vadapaav! traffic! smell of the sea!
ReplyDeleteandd andd there was this parsi uncle who lived in my colony an he used to scold me an stuff idk where did he go :o oh I got carried away yaa soo bombayy is loouuu <3
ohh an I love how madness is in italics :P idk why tho . hmmm I hope it's bombay ur talkin bout :s or mumbaiii people call it mumbai now *sighhh*
Haha yes that city. <3
ReplyDeleteTake me around ? :3
Hahaha Parsi uncles have always been the grumpy kind.
(:
haha I totally would if i could but I don't live there,I live in delhi. bombays my dadi house :P
Deleteohh an I want a tattoo too soo badd but before my 18th an it's so difficult to decide. you post yours when u get it ok?
Oh okay !
ReplyDeleteStill deciding on what to get (=
You've actually got me excited! Now I want to do all of the above! :D And most probably I will ;)
ReplyDeleteThat was the motive.
ReplyDeleteDang, I'm jealous.
tattoo. always wanted one.
ReplyDeletelong meaningful convo... keep getting those :)