Why Bombay mein zyada kaam hota hai?
Kyunki Bombay ke gharon mein balcony nahi hoti
(BTW, mere previous house mein thi).
Toh ishq ki koi gunjaish nahi.
Jab ishq mein na pade,
Toh sirf kaam mein pade magn tum!
I really want to make a show on Instagram, where I travel to different Indian cities, meet one new person and share an experience with them around the city.
There will be drama, adventure, romance, thrill.
Them: Hey, this was so simple. It’s done already. So much is done.
Me: yes brdr, 10,000 hours have been put into the work before the work. Me a professional now.
I liked my life when no mf told the speaker’s to loud and I’ve gotten up from my bed straight dancing to the best beats, when I imagined-processed- self reflected while dish washing my utensils. When grief and joy was alongside the beach. When 100 activities were on my fingertips
Everytime you reach the saturation to a feeling make sure you break it but after you live it.
Today I actually missed my tennis class and danced a little straight out of my bed.
Mumbai, a rare, electric energy in its people, extraordinary kindness, boundless love, relentless passion, and tireless work ethic that ignores the clock and pushes far beyond limits.
Nowhere else have I witnessed such magic. Living anywhere else simply feels dull by comparison.
Family functions are like those ‘zero periods’ in school.
Some have many friends in relatives to chill with, some confused what do they do with little or no friends, others waiting for it to end so they can go back home.
I hadn’t imagined a few years back. There would be competition on something like ‘Who is the country’s best podcaster’ and this crown kept shifting so rapid like Indian Bowling lineup