Mumbai doesn't roll of my tongue easily, so I shall stick with Bombay. And it's my favourite place on Earth. Bombay is immense -- a living, breathing fluid mass of hope and misery. It belongs to no one and no one can belong to it. It moves too fast and too frequently to cast a shadow long enough for you to rest in. It embraces, engulfs and often embalms its millions in one endless cycle of existence and death. You can love it or loathe it but you can't own it.
If you stand at land's end, you can see its immensity. If you listen carefully, you can hear its anguish. When it rains, you can feel its fury. When you board the suburban train, you feel its feverish pulse. When you wake up in the morning, you can feel its pregnant hope. There is no place like Bombay, so breathe in its air but don't spit in its wind.
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