Mumbai. Shifting skylines & shifting memories. The old and the new. Dreams and dust. Noises of crowds silenced by roars of the sea. Warm nostalgia inbreeding with cold concrete. Shining glass shattered by the smoky fog. Familiar places where innocence was pawned for many loves lost. Where many dreams were woven in silent whispers with the rain.
Mumbai. Now, when I meet you, you come back to me like an old lover with the same sense of history, of conflicted emotions, of unfinished endings. You are a part of me that I cannot shake off. You hold a mirror to me that I do not want to see. You embrace me with your expansive horizons and provide a sense of peace I do not want to feel. Your smell, your touch at once remind me, in an instant, of who I am. And then, in the cold alleys behind your many train stations, we trade our difficult relationship in the dark - you and your shifting skylines, me and my shifting memories.
Mumbai. Now, when I meet you, you come back to me like an old lover with the same sense of history, of conflicted emotions, of unfinished endings. You are a part of me that I cannot shake off. You hold a mirror to me that I do not want to see. You embrace me with your expansive horizons and provide a sense of peace I do not want to feel. Your smell, your touch at once remind me, in an instant, of who I am. And then, in the cold alleys behind your many train stations, we trade our difficult relationship in the dark - you and your shifting skylines, me and my shifting memories.
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