This post is for all and it is for my baby … The one love that has always been my itty bitty no matter the years and no matter the distance; for love, faith, a dream, and the fantasies that have always kept us together …
It has been over a month since I arrived in Mumbai, a very colourful place.
If I try to pinpoint what is special about it I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly what it is. However, If I describe what the eye sees you would notice an old hectic not too clean mega-city full of people, cars, autos, cows, and two-wheelers as they call them of which I have acquired one.
Just don’t believe your eyes for they can trick you; the true beauty is behind that veil of time, sadness, and hope? It is that which binds us all…
So philosophical … I have become so much of that lately …
You have to be patient and understanding. These attributes will open your eyes to the beauty within the chaos and it will make you smile in the face of adversity…
Most of the daily activities here are somewhat overwhelming to the senses. Going to the office in the morning is not only going to the office it’s a voyage into the currents of cars and rickshaws (autos).
The proximity of exhaust, the casual chat in traffic with a stranger at a light. It’s your spine flexing with the imperfections of the road and all of the counterintuitive reactions of driving or riding on the other side. You have to hold for dear life and your briefcase and just go for the ride… It is amazing …
I have had my credit cards blocked, my car broke, I have run out of money, my washing machine flooded my house, I had no license plates for my Vespa and getting a ticket… All this in one weekend… and at the end, I was laughing. I have seen enough beauty around me to offset the madness of this place.
Fresh chicken anyone… Pick it, kill it, pluck it, cut it, and cook it… Unreal… Just cover your eyes and nose … Have you ever gone to a cage and choose? … Imagine what follows …
I have visited a temple on an island carved out of a mountain,
I have seen Victoria train station and marvelled at its architecture,
I saw the gate of India from a ship and I have experienced the train ride where your personal space does not exist and you have one hand holding your bag and the other one holding for dear life. I have experienced a sea of men; a sea because it behaves like water.
You are part of it, you flow, you are too weak to fight the current of people. Then, while the train moves you feel the wind, show your face to it, and all that comes to mind is a smile and a few movies.
I am living that which I saw long ago …
I wash my Vespa once a week and that is all … I ride it for a few blocks, wash it again and smile… Get my helmet on, ride 2 blocks, and have a cup of coffee… And I think I’m it!
I, a 52-year-old teenager enjoying that which money can’t buy… This is India …
I can taste the pollution and enjoy a woman wearing a sari… I can see a beautiful neck and want to become Dracula or just wanting to comfort someone’s tears when she opens her heart…
There are so many places to visit and things to see…
Life will not be enough …
And as time passes I will once again share with you that which I love and have been blessed with…
Some pictures, some memories, some stories, and as a walk I leave behind my life on this endless sea that swallows all and forgets all …
