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 love such a place. But then, I guess Bomaby has something in it which makes me feel so deeply connected to it.
I don't what how to explain this.
Some relationships just exist. You never get to know when they begin, but as you realize their presence, you can't think of a moment when they were not there.
eternity.. is that what you mean?
I don't know. I really really dont, but then..

I wish I could say..

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