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~a dream called Mumbai~ Tuesday, 14th January 2003
and that is exactly how India is: like a dream. like a bubbling, glistening, chirping, honking, buzzing, lazing, smiling, touching, striking dream a dazzling daydream that comes with four lane streets filled with black cabs with yellow roofs and red buses with double decks and blue goods carriers with orange flower garlands in their fronts and wooden express cargo handcarts with big baskets on two wheels an endlessly moving daydream inhabited by blue birds singing from Banjan trees, by veiled women walking past the waterfront, by ragged beggars squaring the sidewalks, by white ventilators circling colonial ceilings and by red cats crossing the Colaba Causeway
a grand and crazy daydream built on seven islands, woven of countless cultures, filled with Hindu temples and Muslim mosques and Christian churches, spiced by a thousand flavours, coloured by a million saris a
bittersweet daydream, humid from all the uncried tears, heavy from
all the unnamed hopes and kept alive by unknown powers ~travel
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