Memories

My friend called me last night from Mumbai. He was walking from the airport to his house and I could hear the busy traffic. The traffic was so busy that I could barely hear him. The traffic sound was like melody to my ears as it put me in trance and took me down my memory lanes to Mumbai; the cars honking, hawkers calling you, people speaking loud and various other constructions and road side chaos that is a routine in Mumbai. I miss all that.   

My friend talked about the play ground where we spend most of our childhood. He had just passed it as we were speaking. I could hear the excitement in his voice as he was narrating the surrounding. He was talking about kids rolling the cricket pitch, richshaw wallas dodging the puddles and people checking their watches as they rush to work. A scene that is very regular for any Mumbaite. He talked to me and I could visualize it sitting half way around the world.

I felt like Dhritarashtra as my friend became Sanjay to me. I was thoroughly enjoying every word he was saying.