When I think of Bombay..

When I think of Bombay I think of the never ending flyovers and the palm trees.

I think of the million CCDs specked everywhere.

I think of the humidity.

I think of the local trains, vada pav and bhel.

I think of the beaches, the malls and the big buildings.

I think of Rangeela and Essel World.

I think of Gothic Victorian architecture and cobbled streets.

When I think of Bombay I think of bumping into celebrities, great looking people and the film industry.

I think of Candies. 
I think of Chowpatty and the Taj.

I think of wet sand between my toes.

I think of rains. 
I think of sitting at Marine drive at 3 AM, with the breeze blowing my deep, poetic thoughts into the air, somewhere far far away on the noisy wings of nonsensical talks and sniggers.
I think of poor sweet scary doo, throwing me her protective and head-shaking smiles.

I think of loud music, a dingy place, raucous laughter, drinks with a crazy bunch of friends.

I think of screaming and dancing without a care in the world.

I think of holding hands and street shopping.

I think of homely, loving parents and a home cooked meal with love.

When I think of Bombay I think of balancing on moss covered rocks and the waves crashing and roaring against them.

I think of the warm gleaming sun in the cloudy sky and the feel of the water spray on my face.

I think of the powerful, cool breeze blowing my hair wild and the feel of the intermittent waves lapping at my feet.

I think of the scores of invisible people running about, making out or just walking and I think of holding the hand of that one person who really mattered that moment.

The boy with the infectious smile who looks like a little child when he talks about something excitedly, with a gleam in his eyes.

When I think of Bombay I think of the train ride and the conversation that flowed.

When I think of Bombay I think of friends.

I think of fun, and joy, and laughter and craziness backed by a dosage of unbelievable awesomeness.

When I think of Bombay, I think of dreams.

When I think of Bombay, I think of love.

When I think of Bombay..

I think of him.