Tales of an amateur traveler
Bombay — the city of dreams weaves the dream of every traveler. It is said , a lot changes post wedding knot. My life turned upside down, well for the best (and I became a big time traveler) , for in my entire breath I never ever was allowed to travel alone. My sincere thanks to my parents.
He has always been a frequent traveler but for me I roamed as many places in just one month which I never did in my entire life up-to this moment. All my gratitude goes to my better half.(if he is reading this , he must be glad if not then no dinner for the night)
Kolkata has its Diyas like sparkle on a dark night from a flight view, Delhi glitters like stars but Bombay, well Bombay is Bombay- it has to be different right?
The architecture in Bombay speaks a lot about the city, its people and its culture. Even though all I have heard from outsiders ,the Juhu beach is filled with vast dumps, yet the huge, structures standing loftily tells that the people care about themselves and their place- Bombay.
The Persian food, the pretty girls with the coolest dresses and accessories with a flawless skin to flaunt (again I’m not putting up any sort of binary discrimination , but yes one must accept the adjective of being PRETTY) makes Bombay as Bombay. Being from the North Eastern part of India,I have witnessed plenty of prettiness for North East girls are known to be the most beautiful ones. Bombay is being busy,beautiful and bold all at one go.
To be continued in my next part of essays- Sandra from Bandra, Delhi’s delhiness, Kolkata’s loudness and Imphal’s shyness :)
