Lately, I feel like something is amiss. I don’t know if I am missing home, or Rambo (my dad), or my friends back home. But, something is definitely off. Ek toh, this humidity, ufff! If you go outdoors during noon, it feels like walking into a 200 degree preheated oven and in the evenings, it’s like going for a sauna bath! You know, in Dehradun, it gets hot too, but that’s the heat I am used to and besides, there is no reason for me to step out in the peak of any afternoon. Here, Avan (my not-so-amazing boss) makes me collect fashion samples right when the sun is glaring down on my head. Last night, I was EXHAUSTED as I was out for most part of the day, so I skipped dinner. Imagine, I didn’t eat even when Kartik had made my favourite aloo parathas.

I have completely fallen head over heels in love with Mumbai, but now the gravity of my relationship with this city is kind of sinking in. This city has its charm for sure, but it also comes with its own set of weirdness. Yahan har koi is trying to get ahead of someone, quite literally. On the sorry excuse of a sidewalk, people are pushing (almost hitting) each other to go ahead. On the roads, carwallahs are incessantly honking to overtake other vehicles. What’s the hurry? I just don’t get it. And do not get me started on the traffic. Hell, an ambulance and a fire brigade cannot pass through!