in that end of may the air was like a bud about to bloom, not yet a monsoon in the air you could smell the freshness and ripeness before blossoming
the mumbai local on a saturday morning, not yet 6 am was weirdly empty , kind of forgotten
i reached dadar to stroll through the market
a few days later some bombs would have blown there
again it is kind of incongruous to think of bombs i that sleepiness and haziness ...
bombay seemed to wake up slowly , caught in the dawn by the sun again as if waiting for a rain
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