Every milestone in my life in the last twenty years is connected to this city.
I made my first friend here.
Though now if I look back, the faces are hazy but the city shines bright in my memories, a beacon of the good times I had with them.
The first punch is still raw in my memory and so is the first kiss.
The first time I whispered, “ I love you” and the first time my heart broke.
My first school and my first graduation party, the happiness of success and the loss of a failure, it all happened here.
I can never let this city go and this city will never leave me.
I always return back to it no matter how far I go from it.
Every time I leave, I leave a part of me behind, and when I return I add something new to what this city has already given me.
My past was shaped by this city, my identity defined by this city.
The city provides for me, protects me, and sustains me.
It guides me in the darkest times, when I am at my lowest.
This is my city.
This is my Bombay.
I was here when it was still Bombay and I was here when it became Mumbai.
I was born here, and some day my story will end here too.
To me it will always be Bombay.
