When I go back to the thought of Mumbai, I wonder how beautiful that place is- tattered to pieces yet stands strong, it’s calm yet dangerously ringing patience and the place itself.
I think the people of Mumbai deserve a tribute , they are too patient. They can lose their loved ones and go back to work next day, they can lose their home and move on to life, they can face all atrociousness and still be alive.
When I think about Mumbai, the placed named after the goddess Moomba Devi , I wonder what would it be like if I was still there , what would it be like if I belonged there?
If I can wait then I’d wait for him , maybe till I can remember him and maybe till I know how to love but I cannot wait any longer, he must know pretty well, that I’ve forgotten how to love and wait any longer ;that I have lost my memory in an accident that killed a lot of things ; that I’ve been shattered into a million hundred tiny bits that don’t even matter anymore , maybe they have dissolved into Mumbai’s ocean …it’s engulfment body .
Nobody is going to understand how important are you, nobody wants to even know. Your priority is ur future but don’t make it without me; nobody but only you have to understand that I yearn for you, for us .
Only you can understand the intensity and complexity of its depth , it’s true I can assure you but only you can believe it and only you can break me or make a miracle happen .
Anticipation, so much of it; Yearning, so much of it….can I ask you to teach me, how should I make you swallow me ?
Bah, love !! L
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