My first weekend in Mumbai...

Sunday morning started at 10, oh God my friend had a flight…shook her up,she was on her way to serve the economy and 1st class fliers…
Sunday night, imagine!!! you jolly well plan to just go and sleep and just then your phone buzzes…
Hello…
Yes…
Hi this is Mouli…”oh my God that’s my boss!!!
Yes there’s an assignment for you, just take it down on paper…
Think on it and get back to me by tomorrow evening…
Sure Sir…
So Good night Indira…
Well that’s was some day…didn’t get sleep, was alone in the house and what more my li’l sister called and cried… “ Missing you,” I cried too…
That was Sunday…

Indi In Mumbai

Buzzing with life, with people and people everywhere...
You walk on the streets just to reach a destination...
You stop for no one...
Oh she's wearing a mini skirt...hey here no one's interested...
Women here are power puff girls...
Lucky me...I even saw them tearing hairs for an issue of a rest butt...
Mad Mad and madening...10 at night but life's still moving, 12 and people still on the run...1 at night and the tired souls are still on the run but this time on a beach...wierd city...night walks is a fashion here...

Pretty women all around and yeah though this city rocks...I miss my mishti mishti kolkata...