Bombay

Still as vivid in its colors as the rainbow, still as cacophonic in its motley of sounds as a playpen filled with 3 year olds, still as elusive to understanding as the quiet guy i had a crush on at 18 (this is a metaphor - do not kill me with questions over it!), still evoking the strongest reactions and creating a bank of inspiring ideas to write about. Still keeping the writer and the artist in everyone of its inhabitants alive and kicking :-) More in the next few days on why i love and hate the city of my birth all at once ..