the touch of Bombay
scribbled in the notepad (which i borrowed from Himanshu and never returned) I close eyes. There is so much hustle around me- a constant noise and chatter. I close eyes. I can feel the noises. And I can feel peace. Bombay- Yes, I like the older name more. I remember how I always wanted to live somewhere near the sea since my childhood. I remember how I always had this strange fascination for the sea.. The unending perpetual waves, the infinite blueness and boundless. Wow!! I just feel like hugging it. I wish I could say I love Bombay. But I cannot. Because logically I have no reason for it. I am a simple girl and therefore, ideally this superfast trendy life of Bombay does not go in sync with me. I should love to live at a quiet place where I can feel the buds bloom into flowers, where I can see the sapling sprouting out of seeds, where I can hear the birds chirping into my ears in the early mornings and where I can track the motion of the stars during the nights. And surely, I would