Bombay: Act III

A handful of joy,



















In a day full of sorrow;














An unreal smile,



















Amidst surreal thoughts;













The unsettling pace,














Of a place frozen in time;













Where the race is unending,













And life, contorted;













Where every moment counts,













And nothing goes unnoticed;











Where winners take it all,


















Bombay, an illusion in reality.


P.S.:

People, as I complete six months at work, I’m finding it more and more challenging to keep up with everything that’s happening around me. There’s so much of action on every front. Be it work place or home, no day, no moment goes eventless. There’s so much to write about and so much to share. And yet, there’s so little time to do justice to this wish.

The above is an attemp to express my understanding of Bombay and its people.

I’ve had the good fortune of spending time in Bombay even before. And those of you interested in my other pieces about Bombay, see this, and this.

I’m also looking forward to my first major break in June/July.

Shall keep you posted.

By the way, my blog turned 4 years old on May 17 :-).