Boarding the very first random bus from the very first random bus stop and going on a random round-trip across a section of Bombay at the most random hour of the day. I’ve never felt so safe and ecstatic both at the same time ever in my life. Strolling through the city feels like time-travelling through an ancient city where only the clothes people wear are contemporary and the vehicles static or moving are modern. All rest is just a piece of good old time. Even the new skyscraping structures don’t fade away the olden-day charm of the city. The air is full of fragrance of the ocean blue. The nights are sans fear.

I’m in love!

With this city.

With the people.

With the Bombay boy.

Photo Credits: Wajid Ansari