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I say fall in love with cities just as you fall in love with people.
Mumbai, City of Dreams:
Severely populated and drowning in frenzy, this city can drive you crazy – ask me about it every evening on my way back from work and I’ll scream, ‘I SWEAR I’M MOVING OUT!’. But then I get home, back into my cloud of comfort – my family, friends and familiar faces, and it’s my happy place again. There’s one too many memories here, almost all my firsts and this city just holds way too much emotional baggage. This is my first Home, the one I ache to leave and to which I yearn to return.
London, my Forever Love Letter.
I lived here when I was 21 and young, so again, many firsts. And given the city’s charm, I thought a ‘Letter to London’ would be fitting:
London, I think of you and I think of the sweet, cold air that brushes my cheeks when I take that first step out on your street. Your playful breeze, teasing me, telling me “you’ve finally arrived…arrived in this glorious city waiting to wrap you into her arms.”
