Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Bombay Dreams


The sky above me is clear blue, the air is cool and fresh and the humidity is low. And trust the city of all cities, the mother of all cities rekindles the dying flame, and leaves upon me indelible impressions.

NYC brings me nostalgic memories of Mumbai, a city I love like none other. The unmistakable energy that charge the atmosphere here is intoxicating. It is a dream to be able to run the race against time in NY, like all those important looking people do, in black and grey suits, marching to the ticking of their watches and heartbeats. Being here is like I am in a trance.

While I was watching the glittering skyline from the window of 33rd floor, I felt an overpowering surge of adrenalin through my veins. Long lost memories, obscure and forgotten dreams and hopes suddenly felt alive and possible. I had a strong desire for something unknown. A feeling that somehow I had lost sight of in the recent mist of activities. I have heard it been said a lot of times, but yeah, I feel alive. Be it the teeming streets and noisy air spiced with car honks and sirens, or the busy subway lines, or the grandeur and opulence of the hotels and clubs, or Broadway's Beauty and the Beast, or that diminutive single Indo-Chinese restaurant whose existence I am utterly grateful for. As I weaved in and out of these, I felt quite secured yet visible in the crowd and noise.

Amidst the towering maze of splendid concrete and glass, with the tranquil river keeping an eye over America's favorite child from the distance, I feel at home.
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