I am running out of wide eyed wonder and small happiness. I wonder if it is age or the desperate need to go where the streets have no name.
Even a place where everybody knows my name would do. I want Bombay, its people, and its energy around me RIGHT NOW.
I want to wrap Bombay around myself and take it with me wherever I go.
I am "homesick".
I was not so incapable of being nice in Bombay. Never told an auto driver what a chutiya he was. Even after a 1 hr commute. Coz they weren't.
I even miss the auto drivers of Bombay. That's how much I miss that city.
With all its rain and trees and slow pace, it's just not Bombay. How can I EVER forget that. Rains don't last, friends do.
"We’re just a bunch of punchline peddlers hoping to run away from our inner voices." Well said @gkhamba. This holds true not only for comics
@asashutosh the weather's nice?
@asashutosh not outside my window yet.. gotta give it another hour.
@asashutosh iss migrain mein beer day manaya toh death anniversary bhi aaj hi manegi :P i just want to go home, have some chai, and sleep!
And then, it rained.
After a day of existential angst and migraine, it rains. God, you are somewhere up there and you are a good man.
