Aah.How much I wish to get back to 401 Uttara, X-17 Shastri Nagar,Andheri West Mumbai-400058.I am not talking about that house with marble flooring but the city it belongs to.
Every time I think about Bombay, only the happy moments float in front of my eyes.Not that there was never a dull moment but they are just memories.Memories, good or bad, invariably feel like heaven when its gotta do with Bombay.
I miss the smell of Bombay.The smell of Lokhandwala.The posh smell of Shastri Nagar.I miss the early morning basketball and cricket at the garden.The girl who used to look down upon us from the third floor of Marvel when we were playing;).The aunty who used to shout at us every time we broke her window pane.The cycling with all the little kids.I miss the late night badminton.The late night strolls in the back road.The long walk that I used to take home from Four Bungalows.The stroll to Hrushikesh for tuitions,meeting some interesting people,some people who played a part in shaping my life.
I miss the Cirlce bus stop.The bus no. 266 that took us to school.The long walk passing Guptaji’s,Bhavans and Hansraj leading to school.The beautiful sixteen and seventeen year olds discussing about everything from sex to Harry Potter to the latest movie running at Fame.The vada pav at Gutpajis,the hot frankies and fresh lime sodas.The rainy afternoons,the inundated roads,the umbrella flipping experience,the I-have-wind cheater-but-I -won’t-pull-up-the-cap mentality.The plight of catching a bus and reaching home amongst all this.Yet loving it.Holding the umbrella in one hand and a bag of hot samosas and melting ice creams in the other.Bliss.The Bombay monsoon.
I miss the long drive from Andheri to Marine Drive to spend a good day.Those days after buying our first car.The matinee show at Metro.The shopping at every god forsaken place.The tide swings in the sea face.The waves splashing during the rains.And to walk right beneath them.
I miss the Sev Puri from that guy down the road.The Shiv Sagar Pav Bhajji.Or for that matter the one at Juhu Beach.The roadside masala dosa near Andheri Station.The vada pav and sabhudana vada in Dadar.The twice a week visit to McDonald’s.The High Point home delivery guy who always comes without change.The icy cold golas.Especially kala katta.And coming home to curd rice and pickle after all this.
I miss those visits to Chembur and Ghatkopar.Those days of traveling in the ladies compartment with mom.The more than one hour journey changing two trains.The sweaty,pushing,nudging Bombay local trains.And then the practice of buying vegetables at 11:00 pm,finish cooking at 12:30 am and have dinner at 1:00 am.And then the quiet,expensive rickshaw journeys back home.
I miss Bombay.I miss that life.Can we do this all over again,please?
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