“Sheher woh nahi hota jo maps mein hota hai,
Sheher toh vo hota hai jo dil mein basa hota hai.”
Mumbai —
jahan waqt traffic se rukta hai,
lekin sapne bina signal ke tez daudte hain.
Main is baar kisi particular spot ke liye nahi gaya tha…
main bas Mumbai ke liye gaya tha.
🛣️ Galiyon Mein Ghumna, Jahan GPS Bhi Hairaan Ho Jaaye
Fort area ki purani buildings,
Bandra ki wall arts,
aur Dadar ke narrow streets…
har jagah ek aesthetic slow-motion movie chalti hai.
Jab hum Dadar ke ek purane Irani cafe ke saamne se guzar rahe the,
toh ek old uncle akele bun-maska kha rahe the,
aur woh scene itna cinematic laga ki
Anas bina soche bola — “Bhai, tere blog ka starting line mil gaya.”
☕ Cafe Ho Ya Cutting, Har Corner Mein Vibe Hai
Colaba Causeway ke paas ek rooftop cafe tha,
jahan se Gateway chhup chhup ke dikh raha tha.
Sunset ke time hawa chal rahi thi,
aur log headphones laga ke laptops pe likh rahe the…
shayad apna Bombay dream.
Aur ek aur jagah —
Matunga ka ek chhota sa joint,
jahan south Indian coffee ke sath zindagi ka gyaan free milta hai.
“Mumbai mein har dukaan ka ek vibe hota hai,
aur har vibe ka ek yaadgar safar.”
🚖 Taxi Se Tiffin Tak — Sab Mein Apnapan
Ek din hum Santacruz se Worli tak ka taxi ride le rahe the.
Driver bhaiya ne ek jagah pe car slow ki,
aur bola:
“Yahan meri pehli date hui thi, bhai.”
Aur hum teenon hass ke bol padey:
“Yeh hai asli Mumbai — thoda personal, thoda public.”
🌃 Raat Ke 12 Baje Bhi Sheher Thakta Nahi
Jab hum Juhu ke beach pe the raat ke 12:30 baje,
hawaa thandi thi, lekin street food stall garam tha.
Ek aur gola liya, aur samundar ki taraf dekh ke socha:
“Is sheher mein kabhi silence nahi hoti…
sirf kahani badalti hai.”
💛 Toh Kyun Hai Mumbai Meri Jaan?
Mumbai ek line nahi…
Mumbai ek scene hai, ek beat hai, ek taste hai.
Kahi awkward silences ke beech,
kahi bheed ke beech ka sukoon.
“Yeh sheher thakne ke liye nahi…
chalne ke liye bana hai.”