Home is where heart is

PS - dont faint after reading this..... but i trying my bit to be more creative so here it goes...

Many dreams were born here and many hopes have died,
Midas touch it had, yet few could not survive,
It gave you tons of joy with pinch of salt,
Nothing could deter its spirit, not even frequent assaults,
Like a phoenix it will rise from ashes,
Every time burnt of clashes,
This city never sleeps,
Memories here are for keeps,
With open arms it accepts,
everyone standing on her steps,
It’s a fruit of man’s resolve,
To succeed and evolve

Yeh Mumbai hai meri Jaan,
Kuch nahi Yahaan asaan


These are the most trivial words that can describe the city I live in, a city that has given me sense of belonging like never before, a city that I love and hate with the same ferocity. It’s a place of all the contractions that can subsist in this world.

Five years ago (whoops!!!!) I came here full of apprehension and anxiety with no plan how to survive this city after a sheltered life of 20 years. But I have not just endured but blissfully enjoyed each and every day of my life here. It has made me strong and tough in many ways and taught me some valuable lessons of life.

I don’t say that this is heaven on earth neither do I say it’s hell its somewhere in between. It will treat you so indifferently that you feel almost isolated yet in times of need you will never be alone.

My years in this place have taught me to value time more than anything. Never have I seen people working so hard for what they believe in. The civic sense of responsibility people have here is better than most of the places I have seen. Every one works hard and parties harder. Here I can be what I am without being bothered about what others will think because no one gives a damm to anyone here. People are busy in their own cocoons. The simplicity of life here truly humbles me. Yet I crave it to be better , to be ‘The Best’.

This place makes me crazy at times with the traffic , hustle bustle and crowd yet when I go back home this is what I miss most(it’s a strange life after all). God only knows how much I have cribbed about being here…about my “tough” life. Still on days like today (emotionally high) I thank god for me being here because, I would have never loved any place more than this

I don’t know what future holds and where will I be….. but after all these years I feel that the wanderer in me has found her home.