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If you'd told me last November where I'd be this November, I'd have laughed.
The people who matter have changed. The way I look at today has changed. 2025 me had no clue what 2026 was planning.
Then I spent a few days in Mumbai, and the city kind of explained it to me.
They call it Sapna Nagri, the city of dreams. I agree. The traffic never stops. Cars run the roads at 2 a.m. like it's noon, and everyone's headed somewhere.
Then you look up and see a glass tower standing right next to a slum. Both are home to someone. Neither is waiting for the other to leave.
And somewhere inside all that rush, the city slows down. People finish a 12-hour day and still show up at Marine Drive to sit with someone they love.
I sat alone on the wall one evening with Zindagi Ek Safar Hai Suhana playing, then Musafir Hoon Yaaron, watching the waves come in. Kishore da had this figured out in the 70s. Life is a safar, and you're just a musafir passing through.
Fast and slow, side by side. Same city, same night.
Mumbai reminded me that life runs on commas. You can pause, sit by the sea, look back at a year you never saw coming.
Just don't end the sentence. 🌊
The people who matter have changed. The way I look at today has changed. 2025 me had no clue what 2026 was planning.
Then I spent a few days in Mumbai, and the city kind of explained it to me.
They call it Sapna Nagri, the city of dreams. I agree. The traffic never stops. Cars run the roads at 2 a.m. like it's noon, and everyone's headed somewhere.
Then you look up and see a glass tower standing right next to a slum. Both are home to someone. Neither is waiting for the other to leave.
And somewhere inside all that rush, the city slows down. People finish a 12-hour day and still show up at Marine Drive to sit with someone they love.
I sat alone on the wall one evening with Zindagi Ek Safar Hai Suhana playing, then Musafir Hoon Yaaron, watching the waves come in. Kishore da had this figured out in the 70s. Life is a safar, and you're just a musafir passing through.
Fast and slow, side by side. Same city, same night.
Mumbai reminded me that life runs on commas. You can pause, sit by the sea, look back at a year you never saw coming.
Just don't end the sentence. 🌊
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