“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

I often wondered why people were so crazy about that city. What could possibly happen in that darned claustrophobic place that made everyone a heartfelt writer when they wrote about Bombay. It’s messy, it’s super fast, it’s insanely expensive and over there, time truly means money.

My time in Bombay or like they call it Mumbai, was nothing less than a roller coaster ride.  From the time I left my city and began my journey, I had no clue what life would be like, but one thing I was certain of, it won’t ever be the same.

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Today, one year later I’m back to the place I was longing to leave. I took a decision to come back and continue my education. It was a wise and rational move keeping in mind where I see myself 5 and 10 years down the line.

But it hurts so much to be wise in life sometimes. I miss Mumbai so much. I miss being the person that I was there. I miss breathing that salty air, I miss the black and yellow cabs. The streets of bandra hill road, my absolutely favorite south bombay, my nutella shake, the local rides (I could literally write a book on my experiences in the local), the ola shares. The feeling of being in Forever21 and shopping. Zara! The live music nights, dancing like my tomorrow will be happier than its ever been. Grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning (had no idea I’d miss this!). My aqua aerobics, my quest to be better in life, to eat better, to think better, to love better. Life was nothing less than a full blown struggle over there, and I had come to love living that life.

I have felt a myriad of emotions and feelings in the city of dreams. It started with excitement, rigor, nervousness, then feeling helpless with accommodation, angry at the unfairness, aggrieved and upset with myself and life, that slowly transcended into strength, grit to stand up back on my feet, acceptance, new found belief and love for myself.

Plus the sea, it always made everything better..

When I look back at my journey, I feel so proud of going through whatever I did and coming out of it stronger, happier and better. Since I’ve been back, I’ve had this inexplicable feeling of loneliness. Ironically, I have everyone I love around me, fighting their own battles and demons.

Before I lose my train of thought, I have to mention how deeply thankful I am to the universe for giving my wanderer soul food for thought (and travel). I have traveled to 10 cities in the past one year and I couldn’t have been more thankful for the memories I have made. Exactly one year back I had never imagined the countless memories, experiences and opportunities this one year would give me. I dint know I could travel alone, discover new places on my own, survive and live on my own.

The feeling when you board that flight on your own, when you’re alone with your thoughts with no connectivity, watching the clouds and just being is beautiful beyond words. The nervousness when you enter an absolutely new city at night, the strength and courage and feeling of accomplishment that comes when you take an uber to your destination on your own and arrive safe, sound and happy. The feeling of independence and strength that you get from carrying all your luggage on your own. Travelling doesn’t just fill your camera roll, it also fills your soul.

Along with all the living alone and discovering them cities, I started to discover myself. I believe I know myself better, though I’m still a little lost, but that’s okay I guess.

I wish to travel ❤ and live in many cities of the world, but along with that, I also wish that I get to live in Mumbai again.. It has been my best hello and hardest goodbye. It added a prefix to my #princess, it made me a #warriorprincess.

PinkDragon will always belong to Mumbai; It will always be home.

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This blog © is my stress buster. I won’t call it personal diary. Its much more than that. A realm of raw emotions. A part of me that I cherish and love a lot. Emotions play an upheaval in everyone’s life every now and then. I just take out time and share with you all my carnival of emotions. Try to at least. If you want more of me, there’s always my facebook page. http://www.facebook.com/WhisperingWhites View all posts by pinkdragon

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