Days of nothing and everything where loss was a pain to cope with yet everything felt seamless. Every moment was treasured like a new hope and still would feel that nothing could ever stop me. The city of aspirations and dreaming. That was called Mumbai. It is still Mumbai where spirits are not painted with colors but depth felt inside wiping the scars.
The picture was taken in 2008 at Andheri West after having dinner with Meghna and looping around Infinity Mall, the time I was biding a half-hearted farewell to the city of limitless dreams. I badly needed a break from the city and its people yet the heart craved for everything. This bundle of contradiction remains an inherent trait my persona where I want and don’t want the same thing in equal measure. A random click it with Meghna’s digital camera after we clicked pictures together after she threatened not to be put our pictures or her snaps on Facebook. It wasn’t really pictured just took a lifeless shot but there is beauty within with aimless direction pretty much like life’s destination. Today, I can see the picture of this picture.
Last week, I strived hard to save all those Mumbai pictures in my old yahoo mail that was refusing to send it to my Gmail, in short, saving the fleeting memories of whittling into tiny dots. In fact, the pictures just went into archives and disappeared out of thin air. It sent me into a tizzy of sort about losing them. Shots that represents everything for me, Mumbai at night, spirit and silent voices expressing limitless expression, darkness that hid houses, windows and life pretty much like the fading clouds where telling tales are confined behind veiled and closed doors and a light at the end of it. My spirit of Mumbai!
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