To my one and only favorite city.

The place I want to be most right now in the whole world?  You’ll only hear me say one name, without a hint of hesitation or delay– Mumbai.

People ask me why I love it so much– here’s why:

Every year, I find myself in the same airport, feeling the humidity pound against my skin. But I don’t care because I love it just the same. I’ve watched year after year Mumbai growing into the beautiful city that I love it as today. And it makes me want to go back and drown myself in its glory and fame over and over again.

Mumbai never sleeps– its lights illuminate the city during the night time, and it bursts with the honks of car horns and taxis and people throughout the day.

The on-going rains during the Monsoon remind me that dark things can be beautiful, too, and the puddles make me want to splash and jump into them like an innocent five year old.

Carrying traps, its streets lure people in with the aroma of world renowned street food– bhel puri, sandwich, chaat . . .

I find a sense of freedom when my feet anchor upon its earth.

When the sky finally starts to fall into a blend that looks like the spices of India itself, people gather along Queen’s Necklace to clear their heads and talk with friends.

A sense of adventure washes over me when I set foot upon Mumbai’s grounds.

My mind is comfortable and begins to relax as I traverse across its pebbles and stones and sand.

I can smell the ocean water as its waves crash upon the shore.

Everything blends into a beautiful scene, like someone painted the perfect canvas across Mumbai.

I feel safe. I feel at home.