My Dream City 3

At last at 4:00 we reached Panvel station. My uncle, aunty and cousin were waiting there for us at the station. When I stepped out I was pulled back because the station was fully crowded and suddenly there was so much rush. Some were searching for their beloved ones, some were hugging each other. Their happiness made me so happy but I forgot to hug my naughty cousin and my uncle and aunty. They took our luggage and rushed through the crowd. I never understood why they were rushing like that. It seemed to me like they were going to attend some interview. I was trying to catch up with them. When I came out the folks of Mumbai were busy over their evening chores but their face seemed so different to me unlike the people I saw in my hometown. Yes, the trace of fatigue was there in their face but still there was glimpses of hope, happiness and courage which I felt only Mumbai can offer them. My uncle and cousin, It seems to me so odd to repeat cousin, feels like I am telling about a stranger. He is Gokul, ‘goku’. So Goku and uncle kept everything inside the car. Actually we have so many relatives in Mumbai who are very close to us. My first trip was to my aunt’s house. She is my dad’s cousin sister. But the saddest part was that she was going to leave Mumbai forever and my dad’s cousin brother who accompanied us in the journey came to take her back. I was thinking why she was doing such a mistake. She has spent better half of her time in this city. And I know today she is repenting inside her for taking that decision. When we reached her flat my sister and I took a bathe and took a cup of tea which was more refreshing. Her flat was really beautiful and organized. I just drew the curtain apart and looked behind the plain glass, I was able to see life full of vibe, again I felt a deep sorrow when I thought that my aunt was going to leave these beautiful sights which could never make her feel lonely and I was also sad because if I come back here next time I wouldn’t be able to sip the tea by looking out at the romantic city light. After that by dropping my dad’s cousin brother and her wife at aunt’s place we went straight to my uncle’s place at Koproli. Goku was really happy, he has cleaned his room and cupboards to make us comfortable. And my first day in Mumbai ended like that without allowing me to think anything because I was feeling really tired. But I was really excited to see what Mumbai has kept for her foster child.


My Dream City 2

When the day came I was little bit nervous. I was thinking what if my expectations about the dream city becomes just a fantasy. Mom and dad were not coming with us. We were sent with my dad’s cousin and my Dad’s younger brother was working there in Mumbai and we were going there for the whole month. Everything was making my stomach upset. When I heard the whistling of Kochuvelli express I felt so strange, I felt like cancelling this journey and going back home because I wanted to keep Mumbai always inside my dream. When the dream was going to be true I was sad and happy at the same time. So at last keeping all my fear and doubts aside we stepped inside the train. I just looked to my sister’s face. She was super excited and happy. Her face shone like a full moon. And atlast the train started from Thalassery (kerala) station to Mumbai on 4th April 2014, towards my dream. I felt like that was the longest day of my life. I was unable to sleep, while my sister slept so peacefully without any fear because I was with her. On next morning when I woke up, I was so relieved, we had our breakfast, idli and chutney that my dad’s cousin and his wife has bought. They were continuously talking to us to make us comfortable. But to be frank I was not fully listening to them fully because I didn’t want to miss the sight outside which was taking me nearer and nearer to my dream city. In gobsmack I watched everything like a small kid, the houses, change in their patterns and architecture. I tried to memorise name of some stations Madgoa, Ratnagiri, etc… we were expected to reach there at 3:30 P.M, when the time passed my heart was beating morethan like anything. The train was running half an hour late.

My Dream City 1

Travel, the word itself evokes a state of mental pleasure. This article is not a deep analysis of my journey. But this is a journey through my mind. This is about one of the beautiful journey that I have made in my life. To be frank I haven’t travelled much, but even the smallest distance that I have covered while I was going to my school, college and market have given me pleasure. I think if we have a mind to wake up every morning like a new born, we would be able to see everything in a new way. Every person has got his/her own reason to travel. But for me it takes me away from my sadness, it takes me away kilometers and kilometers from my brain eating thoughts. Actually it acts like a panacea.
Actually this is about a journey that I have made 4 years back, just after my twelfth board exams. So this was really a stress reliever. And my sister and I were busy in packing and re-packing things out of excitement. We couldn’t believe that we were going to India’s dream city ‘Mumbai’. Mumbai was not unknown to us, my cousin was there and I was also there when I was a toddler. So everyday my bed time was filled with stories of Mumbai, how my father carried me to parks, the evening walks, drinking Mirinda, being the pet of dad’s colleagues and neighbor’s, and eating everything that was kept for my cousin (we are of same age). Even though I didn’t remember any of these things, I was told everything by my mother and inside me I had already developed a Mumbai out of mom’s stories and when the news of both of us skipping off to Mumbai came, it made me more excited.
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The white wrapped corpse

lying on the icy floor

Mourns like humming

pierced all ears

The clamor of bangles

came to an end suddenly

Vermillion flowed through her forehead

The redness was her life

She could feel the darkness embracing her

When the fire swallowed the lifeless body

her dreams and happiness burned into ashes

Colors and smile became strange

A white cloth covered that living body

A change was not new to her

As per their wish she was moulded

As per the their need she was used

Was she a puppet?

May be she is.