Bombay, an emotion

My first blog not about photography, but this one is specially written for the photograph attached down.

Mumbai is a city, Bombay is an emotion.
Bombay, the city that never sleeps is infectious. Once you live here, work here and settle here you would never want to leave.  More dreams are realized and lived in Mumbai than any other city in India. This city has its own charm and beauty in the way it is. Supporting hundreds of people everyday, this city never lets you down, even if it does, it makes you smile come what may.
The summers make people want to get out of the city and escape to cooler places. But that's when this city gives you the joys of enjoying the king of the fruits, the mango.
Everyone waits for the first rains that cool the city down. The pleasures of getting wet in the first rains are indescribable. Once the city cools down the beauty is something very different. The cool sea breeze with a cup of cutting chai is something everyone craves for. This city makes anybody and everybody smile with such a weather and wonderful shades of the sky to see every evening. It's almost like it compensates and says sorry for the trouble during the summers.
A heavy downpour doesn't stop this city. the minute the roads are clear everyone is on their feet and the city is buzzing and enjoying the water logged streets,kids with their small paper boats. Joys of eating the butta (corn) under your umbrella and struggling to hold both at the same time thus wetting yourself.
Need I say more about the city for you to fall in love with it?

This is a city where anything and everything can change, the sea is constant.
The city comes together as a whole to help one person, may it be in a calamity or in form of getting them justice, we are not just individual people, but one whole city with a common emotion #BOMBAY.




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