we all have something or the other to say about Mumbai.
Mumbai is this, Mumbai is that....
Mumbai does this, Mumbai does that....
those thousands reasons to Love it or Hate it....
let me tell you something. Mumbai is a Myth. and we are manifesting...
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a pretty North Indian girl.
the girl who had never seen the big wide sea. throughout her childhood she had dreamed of collecting Shells for her own. she studied and studied and studied.... all for one dream. to see the sea.
and one day, finally she was going to be working in the city with the sea. her all dreams were going to come true. she came. she saw. and she settled. and.... the time took turns and so did her dreams.
cause sea wasn't fascinating anymore. same old shells, same old air.
dreams of money, cars, house and partner lasted so long that she forgot everything about the sea.
she was getting older now. the Growing child needed support of the single mother.
she didn't know what to do. she was in the place where nothing was ever enough.
she opened her closet, took out a jar of her shells that she had collected in her youth. she didn't know the reason why she always collected only tiny shells. somehow those tiny shells in her hand made her feel happy. those tiny little shells taught her something very peculiar. she didn't know meaning to her life. but she knew the way of living. and at that moment that was enough. she wasn't worried anymore.
