I have been residing in this cosmopolitan city for past one year but started experiencing it for the past one week only, thanks to my internship. The more you explore it the more you fall in love with it. Everyday you leave your home with high spirit and energy levels which are consumed exponentially in the traffic crawling at snail pace and trains packed with people like knapsacks.
Yet you are expected to hunt for your space in this crowded world. You have to be always with high spirits and on your toes expecting the unexpected to happen.
Still there is a strange force which binds the lives of millions of Mubaikars together in a knit and results in a splendidly woven cloth of life, of hope, of despair, of fear, of joy and above all of integrity.
Here is a city which was ransacked by militants for three days but still dares to assemble in huge numbers at the same spot with assemblage being started by an anonymous SMS. This city gathers daily and sings together with their chants soaring high in the sky in the same locals which have been ripped apart by bombs.
They sing in unison reflecting the true Mumbai's aspiration: "Jai Ho!!".
Yet you are expected to hunt for your space in this crowded world. You have to be always with high spirits and on your toes expecting the unexpected to happen.
Still there is a strange force which binds the lives of millions of Mubaikars together in a knit and results in a splendidly woven cloth of life, of hope, of despair, of fear, of joy and above all of integrity.
Here is a city which was ransacked by militants for three days but still dares to assemble in huge numbers at the same spot with assemblage being started by an anonymous SMS. This city gathers daily and sings together with their chants soaring high in the sky in the same locals which have been ripped apart by bombs.
They sing in unison reflecting the true Mumbai's aspiration: "Jai Ho!!".
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