Spending your childhood in Mumbai has a charm of its own. Where people complained of traffic and rush, I was too young to understand any of it. For me, that was the only way of living.
Places changed, people changed, situations changed through my stay of nine years, but one thing which never changed for me were the monsoons of Mumbai. It is of the monsoons which I hold the fondest recollections.
I stood in front of that door. The door with that achingly familiar pine door knocker, with those random slivers of wood peeking from here and there, as if judging my presence. I felt like I was standing in front of a long lost friend, somebody deeply missed and longingly remembered every moment until this one.
जब हमारा जन्म हुआ तब ही लोगो ने बोल दिया था कि यह बच्चा बड़ा होकर हलवाई बनेगा। बचपन से ही लम्बोदर तो थे ही, थोडे बड़े हुए तो हमारे खाने की आदत देखकर लोगो को विश्वास होने लगा था कि उनकी भविष्यवाणी सच जरूर होगी । लेकिन किसी को यह नहीं पता था कि इसके लिये हमें कितने पापड़ बेलने ( और खाने) पड़ेंगे ।