bombay: hello/goodbye

yes, one may begin to like another city; or despise bombay for its traffic and commotion and pollution and humidity and stuffiness and plasticity; or think whatever. but then!, you come back here, sit on the sill, watch as the sun shies away behind them clouds, watch them clouds rumble over you, sense the breeze pick up, hear the birds soften down, and run your fingers over flowers as they begin to dance. and you fall hopelessly back in love with the darned place.

hello again, bombay.