Few months back I moved to California.Everything seems new and exciting.So many things to explore but at the bottom of the heart the comparison is with Mumbai.The journey of memories in Mumbai commences every now and then.Growing up in the city which never sleeps to moving to a city which is fast asleep by 10pm is difficult.No doubt everything is perfect here…the infrastructure,the discipline, and cleanliness but still I miss those crowded railway stations and the chaos.No doubt I get to relish every Indian cuisine here also, however my taste buds end up missing the pani puri at the dadar chowpatty.

Driving in Mumbai was more of adventure and challenge than a task.Anyone and everyone at any instance can land up in front of your car and such situations can do nothing better but improve your patience and anger management.(P.S.-In India there is no law as “Always Yield to Pedestrians” but still Indians are born brave to consider main roads as gardens and stroll).But trust me I loved driving in Mumbai as it involved so much of interactions with the fellow car drivers and pedestrians 🙂 All Indians can definately relate to what I am actually talking about.

The nightlife in Mumbai was like an icing on the cake.I miss the bollywood music which was the beat of every pub there.What can be more delicious than the Burji Pav on the streets of mumbai at any hour in the night? Festivals are like lifeline for the Mumbaiites.Ganesh Chaturthi, Navratri and Diwali made the city look like a bride.Along with the place the spirit of the people made the city lively.