There is no respite from the incessent rain that has parked herself over the Mumbai sky since sunday. The gloomy sky reminding me of the day I was in mancester where the sky was equally sombre and the rain was boring in its utter sureity. The sun, which in summer, drives us crazy is something Im longing for now.
We had our fill of khichdi, the pakora's, the onion fry, the hot steaming tea but its not funny living in a room completely moist and whenever one goes out, he gets wet in no time.
The much malinged BMC seems to have done some work for though there was water logging in large part of Mumbai, the level of water came down all of a sudden towards the late afternoon yesterday and since then it hasnt made its appearnce atleast in Andheri.
However, most of the roads now have a toothless grin on theri face. There are holes galore and i wonder why should I pay tax for the MPs to go to study the world cup in germany when we dont get our basic necessities.
The good samaritans, the young guys on the road risking their lives but helping others to be safe on unsafe conditions is what made Mumbai so lovable.
I was not born in Mumbai but I believe ourselves to be true Mumbaikars and would like to live anywhere else in india. This I said, since I have a dream of living for sometime in Manhattan.
Dreams always come true, provided the dream is strong enough.
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