The Bombay Thing.

No, I've not had enough.

It's funny, though I was staying with N the whole time, but we didn't really talk talk till the last day. That too, at 2 am.
Lots of tears and hugs later, we watched the climax scene of Raja which was playing on some channel. :o) Nothing like watching a crappy movie to make you feel better!

I also met the blogger Mr. Busybee on my last day there. (no that's not his id)
We met at Shopper's Stop. I was there early and was checking out some of the clothes when he came up. The guy thinks I'm fat .(He thought the kurta I chose was too small for me. Hmph!) :o(

He also said that I'm gonna have an extra-marital affair (apparently, he's an amateur palmist). I've been told (by others who've read my palm) that I will have two relationships in my life, and the second one will be the "intense" one.
This was told to me when I was seeing the rebound guy, and I was told that that relationship won't even show up on my palm cos it was of no consequence at all. (funny how that turned out to be right! )
So there's only one more love-of-my-life left.
Me! extra-marital affair! Hah! And here I'm doubting I'll even get married!

I was supposed to meet another blogger as well, but he couldn't make it to Bombay ( he was in Delhi at the time).

I went to Mahim Church on a Wednesday(which is the special day to go there) but I couldn't really pray. My heart just wasn't in it. But then I got back and realised what I really wanted to pray for.
I thought I'd go to the Haji Ali to make my wish (apparently, if you go there on a Friday and make a wish, it'll come true) . But that didn't happen either. So my wish is gonna have to wait till next time I guess.

I travelled on the local trains too. N took me to the station, made me get into one of the compartments that was pacccked with people, and while hanging on for dear life, she screams to me "you wanted to see Bombay right? This is Bombay! "
Crazy woman!

And Bombay.
How do I explain?
How can I even begin to tell you how it feels? How can I explain the madness, the passion, the struggle for survival, the intensity of emotions... It has to be experienced.
You will be disgusted. You will be overwhelmed. You will be amazed.
But you just can't have enough of it.

There is nothing mild or understated about Bombay.
Love. Hate. Kill. Die. Live.
Life happens too fast to contemplate, to think, to even sit down and cry.

So I was pretty detached from the whole thing. You see, I kept my pace. N would take me to the station and she'd be hurrying to catch the train.
"N, slow down! What's the hurry?"
She looks back at me and says "Look around you. How can you not hurry?!"

Bombay happened in a haze. As did Pune.

I didn't want to leave.
No, actually, I didn't want to come back here.

But back I am. I'm already waiting for my next trip to India.

And maybe next time, it might be a one-way ticket. (and God, if you're listening, it should be on my terms pliss! Not like I'm being deported for flipping off the sheikh or anything! )