Bombay diary...

Its a little past midnight, and a girl sits by a window hearing the sound of incessant rain. The sounds of tyres going over wet roads, she thinks there is something joyous about it, something like the excitement of children playing in the rain. There are no children out at this time, only the cool night breeze, it makes her happy in the deepest part of her being.
The breeze she thinks , rises up from the arms of a vast sea, the sea which embraces a magical city.She had fallen in love with the city many many times over. She fell in love with it when she saw the dark waters and dark sky merge in the dark night; she had watched,from the margins, the union of these ghosts that too were a crimson black , she had wondered then, if one is born every night, one for each who sits by and watches the orgasm of the rise and fall of these waves.

She had fallen in love with the city when she saw two women on the train at night.One big,one small; one tired and one bubbling with energy; one greying and one about bloom; She had fallen in love with the city when she saw how happy these women were. No men to protect them from the dark of the night, no men who become the dark of the night and no men who preach about either. Just two women, happy, engrossed in nonsensical talk and heading to what they would call home, as the city ran by. Never preaching, never scaring, never loving, never hating. She had fallen in love.


She had fallen in love with the city, when it let her be. When there was no one to tell her how to walk, how to talk, who to love , how to love. She had fallen in love with the city when it taught her alone is not lonely, togetherness is never burdensome and the being can double up into two, many times.

She had fallen in love, even when she hated it. She had fallen in love against her will, this was not a place she wanted to like, away from home, away from the known, but all the while she was falling in love.

Now she sits a room full of packed bags and wonders if ever some loves leave you? and whether exorcism is always what one desires?