As my taxi inched away from the airport last night - I remarked how even though it's been a year since I left this bustling, overflowing, energetic city, it feels like only a month ago. My taxi driver wasn't interested and remained silent.
It was 11.30 pm and the streets were still crowded - people milling about, laughing, sipping chai and chatting in groups. The dogs were still prowling, the trucks still honking, the air was still thick and dirty and I loved every minute of my taxi journey to my hotel with the window wound down.
Walking around colaba it was like nothing had changed - and I wonder what would have changed in a year?
So, what did I do today? I walked. I followed the hoards of Indians getting somewhere and from 11 AM I walked around the South of Mumbai - except I had nowhere to get. Walking in circles, narrowly missing oncoming traffic, getting lost, loving getting lost, turning around, narrowly missing cows and motorcycles (actually, that's pure fabrication, i saw some cows, and bikes as well, but thats about it). I stopped walking at 4 15 PM to get back to my room to get ready for Chabad. Yes, that's right, Sarah is going JewGirl in India. And I love it.
Why walk around with nothing to do/see and with nobody to share? Coz it was an incredible experience - I felt safe, relaxed, and somewhat at home. Wtf? At home in Mumbai? Yes, weird, but true.
anyway, I have to run - but before I go, I have to say, I know Indians stare, but if i made any money on how many stares/comments i recieved today, as well as giggles about my height - i could buy a nice mansion in colaba and live here for a while.
One guy was jogging in a whole sports outfit - he stopped and said, very nice heigh madam, and kept on running. Just to give you a picture.
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