4 years ago in December, I was introduced to the concept of blogging. Back then, I didn’t know what this activity could mean to me. In subsequent years, I have been celebrating this month and people around me have joined in. December, therefore, has been a happy month since then. My first post was about rising from the ashes. There was a lot of metaphor in that non-fictional story I wrote. In previous years, I have had guest-writers write with me to celebrate the abundance this platform brought to my life. This year, I don’t have guest-writers, but I have myself. I am planning to do an assortment of posts this month. In the first post (which should have been yesterday) I went around my beloved city and clicked a few pictures. I am no photographer. In fact, I’m a pathetic photographer, but here’s what a part of this city is fairly like:

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The Haj House in VT as seen from Abdul Rehman Street

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Wares being sold on the streets

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A mosque in the middle of the market chaos at Abdul Rehman Street

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Small lanes on detouring from big ones

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Sarees and more

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Where faiths camouflage

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Crawford Market. (If you carefully notice the black dots on either rooftop, those are vultures.)

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Where there is no time to stop

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That rare instant of an empty road

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At Marine Drive. Just missed capturing the setting sun.

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Nariman Point and the sights from there

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Bombay, far and out

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A Tonga

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Orange, purple, dark blue and life

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The day is not done yet

That is not all that is this city. There is more to this place, there is more beauty and it’s all just a little too fast to gulp in these days.