Whether it is the pandemic and the associated anxieties or the less frequent travel; or perhaps age is catching up too soon and the feeling of getting old every moment sometimes dominates your mind; I have never felt like capturing some moments for being so magical that I want to live it again through photgraphs.
Perhaps it is just the spirit of Mumbai that can have that effect on you.
And trust me, it is not conventional love.
I spent 3 hours in travelling 35 kms from one part of Mumbai to the other.
And another time an hour for covering 10 kms.
I am running on less than 4 hours of sleep a day.
I was in a full day, quite an ordinary, self-deteriorating meeting.
What else? In only capturing a moment on camera, I happened to get myself fined INR 200 for removing the mask to get one click of the landscape and how I merged.
But the feeling was special.
For the safe hands I felt I was in.
For the freedom it breathes.
For allowing you to be carefree
In love, at work, or just as you.
I wish I there were more Urdu poets who stayed in this city to express its story. Or may be there are, task at hand I guess.
Oh Delhi, my first love! you got to learn a lot from Mumbai. I know you have the history and geography and even the politics that keeps you the centre of power. And in all gratitude and bow to the magnificence of the aura, I raise Buts. I feel there is power trip that is making you a bit obnoxious. You may want to learn respect, ethics, consideration, tolerance for fellow beings from the city that is brimming with it.
I never thought I’ll write a love post for Mumbai before Delhi but sometimes 11 years of commitment is not enough when someone shows you there is really a better calmer and happier alternative that you fail to chose because you are used to some traumas.
A Dehliwala at heart who just got swayed away by Mumbai.