T.H.E C.I.T.Y that taught her a-lot.

The city which taught her alot.
Not because she had seen more of the streets than the walls of her house,
But because this city breathes alot.
It has no phases of the day when it can sit,
Just sit doing nothing.
Like the girl by the signal sitting with gajlas but not earning.
Like the boy with balloons, not playing but selling.
Like the lady carrying the baby, not in the baby vehicle but draped against her waist.
Like grandpa sitting with blank cloth on the floor and blank eyes amid the wrinkles and stretched smiles.
This city is made of water!
Water- not carrying the concert wall but is the base, the roots you say.
Foreigners , residents and of course the so called love birds sit along the shore.
Some quite with life.
Some fussing over others existence and ignorant of their own.
Some capturing it into the lens.
No, not the retina but the lens which are evident to the beauty of the place she resides.
And the love birds the lead players of different
Trailers to be flashed on theatre screens.
It's not that the city has many successes stories of finding soulmates.
But it sure motivates to find them.
The city she reside inhales alot.
Besides the breathtaking sunsets,
It has also seen breathtaking nights.
The histories and present of this city is inseparable.
The food smelling in boxes,
Hanging on the bicycle feeds the city.
And this how her city loves silence,
Wrapped up in the sound of Horns, Music and choas.
M.U.M.B.A.I

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