Mumbai is a unique place to be. It can overwhelm you. It can scare you. It can give you hope or it can make you fall down into an abyss of hopelessness. Mumbai is a different universe altogether. Very different from Pune, Delhi or Hapur. It’s like a huge country in itself. There are so many people doing so many things, you often sit and wonder why you aren’t doing enough. And then you snap back and tell yourself that you’re unique and won’t conform to any stereotype so easily.

There are days when I want to go out exploring but the mammoth size of this city confuses me. Where do I go? There are so many places to visit.

Then there are days when I just want to sit inside my brother’s modest apartment on Carter Road, whiling away time or looking for a job online. It’s too darn hot to go out. But there are  so many thoughts that keep coming into my head, some telling me to go and explore, and some telling me to relax.

Time just flies by in this city. You don’t get to know when day turns to night or when you had eaten the last meal or called up a loved one.

The property rates are hideously high where we are staying – a cup of tea is 50 bucks in nearly all the sit and dine places that I have seen. If I want to eat a bread and butter sandwich, they charge another 100. This is something which comes for like 10 odd bucks where I come from.

Who said development was always good?

I can’t say whether I am loving the city or hating it, but the place definitely makes you think. You don’t want to sit around and do nothing, unlike Hapur. You want to move around and do something. Even though I want to stay back and spend a few more months here, I am finding it difficult to convince myself and move out of my comfort zone.