Alvida!

Arre, O, Mumbai, apun ko tujhse anth me pyaar ho gaya. Tu dikhne me khaas nahin hai, tera dil bilkul kaala hai, bilkul apun ke jaise, hai na? Phir bhi tera mera janam janam ka rishta hoga, kya?
It must be magic, because to miss living in a city that is a swirling eddy of taxis, garbage, history and people (god, the people), I must be insane. But after one mouthful of zunka-bhakar and a couple of rides in those crazy locals, I can't think of living anywhere else (except Auroville). It is so easy to get sentimental, yahan rehna matlab filmy ho jaana. Arre, teen maheeno me maine dus baras ki kahaniyaan ikhatee kar liye hain. I think I will even miss the Sheraton.
All that beer and the casual dating, art fart film premieres and malling, damn just listen to me, I am going soft!
I haven't bumped into the Bachchan baby as yet. (as yet.) I even had rasam rice and aloo curry for six hundred bucks but all and all I have had a lovely time, thank you.
And when I do fly out of the country, like I should (my Indian visa says that this foreigner has been granted permission to stay for a stipulated period of time), my final glimpse of India will be Mumbai. Like it should. Sigh. Alvida meri jaan!