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The hustle&bustle of Mumbai city revolves the needle of your wrist watch proportinately along with it. People don't have time to see their wrist watches as they are obessed with mobiles. They are more of luxury stuff and less of human need.This is irony but is correctly said Mumbai Local is the lifeline,half the life of a Mumbaikar is spent in it to balance their lives between work and home. May be different locals,but same timings and same faces makes the journey a bit comfortable.
Recollecting the first year in Mumbai brings shivers to me. The shiver of being lonely.I question myself is it the fear of losing the pamperdness, care and attention that i receive or is it the fear of losing the relations I have made over a period of time? M i ready to move with the fast pace local, wind on my face & a book in my hand? M stunned. Just dont wanna think about it.
M thankful to this local for gifting me the bunch of budding roses mounted with dew. So relaxing and welcoming. Each day they get more mature and beautiful. They go all out of the way keeping apart all their tiredness and hectic schedules
and smiles on their faces
just to bring a smile on your face and to make your day a special one 
.M so proud to look upon them and say they are my friends.
We have lived and cherished the moments together. You talk about the gigglings, gossips, leg pullings, bakra makings which is a vital part of our life and we do it punctually. To miss a moment is a pain.I somehow feel it has become a reason for a daily routine.
And then we have birthday celebrations
,anniversaries 
, hair doings
,shoppings, monsoon wears, pasta cookings and discussing the delicacies we have had made and the pathetic situation our husbands were into.
Oh how can I forget the freshers party
& most importantly our kitty party 
Its so nostalgic to even think of losing some one. To adieu is worst
. It's hard to accept that sooner or later we would be moving ahead in our lives.It bring tears to my eyes but still m complacent.This is what we have been in the past and m sure there are many more moments yet to come in future.
Luv u gals!!!
Recollecting the first year in Mumbai brings shivers to me. The shiver of being lonely.I question myself is it the fear of losing the pamperdness, care and attention that i receive or is it the fear of losing the relations I have made over a period of time? M i ready to move with the fast pace local, wind on my face & a book in my hand? M stunned. Just dont wanna think about it.
M thankful to this local for gifting me the bunch of budding roses mounted with dew. So relaxing and welcoming. Each day they get more mature and beautiful. They go all out of the way keeping apart all their tiredness and hectic schedules
and smiles on their faces
just to bring a smile on your face and to make your day a special one 
.M so proud to look upon them and say they are my friends.We have lived and cherished the moments together. You talk about the gigglings, gossips, leg pullings, bakra makings which is a vital part of our life and we do it punctually. To miss a moment is a pain.I somehow feel it has become a reason for a daily routine.
And then we have birthday celebrations
,anniversaries 
, hair doings
,shoppings, monsoon wears, pasta cookings and discussing the delicacies we have had made and the pathetic situation our husbands were into.Oh how can I forget the freshers party
& most importantly our kitty party 
Its so nostalgic to even think of losing some one. To adieu is worst
. It's hard to accept that sooner or later we would be moving ahead in our lives.It bring tears to my eyes but still m complacent.This is what we have been in the past and m sure there are many more moments yet to come in future.
Luv u gals!!!
