Saturday, June 02, 2007
I’m pausing to breathe and type something out after six whole exhilarating weeks. The mechanical flow of life has completely taken over the reigns of the humane me. How does Bombay manage the perfect flow of life, day after day without any of the infrastructural advantages that its international counterparts offer? The same people at the same time, in the same trains and cabs… It seems like life in the metro has been enveloped in a microcosm, a self-sustaining one. Its smelly, crowded, sweaty but I’m in love with it already.