The city though had always been a constant. Its roads, the flyovers, the big showy malls, the constant rattling of local trains passing by, the beautiful but crowded Bandra bandstand, the salty sea air that one gets a whiff off once in a while, the horribly smelly Mahim creek every time I went to work, the Central line, where people live on the tracks (well, nearly!)… where despite everything it remains a warm and welcoming city which takes you into its arms, no matter where you come from, where you’re going or what your intentions are.
Anita shares her personal memories of Mumbai.[Hat tip: MadMan]
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