Love- is it? ;)

Misleading Title :P Almost two and a half months into the city of Mumbai. And am I really loving it? Probably.

Shopping- as random as can be, as and when I feel like, no matter the denominations in my purse. Duh. Hill Road, Zindabad!

Get back home ALAP (As Late As Possible :P) and no worries- walk down the roads, free and unmindful, I swear, even when the clock nears midnight, where ever you are, in Mumbai. (I dont deliberately hang out late. Its just that I need not rush through my outing ;))

Eat out- (Now thats possible any where, but still, I am any day partial towards Relish and Pritam :D)

And when the city life aka Mumbai Madness eats you up, (Living off high rises, hustle bustle and the October heat), head off right away to Bandstand or Marine Drive. Now, thats where the city compensates for its Madness factor :P

Finally, when u choose to go by Public Transport, there are 4 possible ways out- Trains (where the city is kind enough to have 3 entire Ladies ONLY coaches; else the General compartment = Bhaad (Hell in Hindi)); Auto Rickshaws and Taxi Cabs (Where I bless the drivers whole heartedly for making use of the meter- saves time debating over the rates as in God damned Chennai) and finally the BEST (Bombay Express State Transport, I guess) Buses, with a frequency similar to that of a Bollywood commercial movie minus the songs;)- but thats fine, the first 3 options would do I guess. (BTW BEST is BrihanMumbai Electricity Supply and Transport :P)

And I (from a girl's point of view) DO NOT draw long stares from those hopeless roadside Romeos even across the stingiest of streets; I DO NOT get greeted with hoots, whistles or cat calls ANY WHERE. (But Men are Men, says my inner mind, and I am completely okay as long as they are going about it with out the slightest of sounds)

Of course there is the chai-mein-dooba-biscuit effect of rains (Meaning the city looks like a biscuit soaked in Tea during Monsoons), the irritating October Summer and the Mad rush at eateries and restaurants (So much so that once u re done with eating at CCD, the guy literally shoos u away- Mumbai mein jagah kum hai, Madame :P. No gossip past eating here :(. And not to mention the PDA (Read Physical Display of Affection) at Marine Drive and Bandstand. Sigh.

Still. I wonder why. Or rather what- Probably because of my kind of life there- I am loving it! Mumbai!