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Back seat confidential

My two-paise's worth on Bombay - a city with the unique ability to embrace you instantly, making you part of an energetic collective & yet, instantaneously leave you feeling intensely lonely. A loneliness you see in the person sitting next to you on the bus, train or any other mode of transport you choose. Something you can almost touch as you squirm your way through a million bodies... or is that a person a second for innumerable beats of time.

Everyone immersed in their own private hell.

However you choose to look at it, it's home.

Song for the moment: I stand alone - Godsmack

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bhumika said…
well said. somehow, i've never been able to be a part of that mad rush. It does make one lonely but then ironically it's precisely that being-lost-in-the-crowd feeling that gives one a sense of comfort.
7 February 2009 at 00:30
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