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Characters of Bombay

27 July 2014
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Santa Cruz station. I passed by this station on a fast train, and recognized it even in the small flashes on train. The station pretty big, connected by pink skywalks and bridges. Baby pink. It's been 3 years since I interned here, and I don't know how many more it will take for them to change the colour. The colour is probably not as horrid as I see it. The horrid part must be the time I associate the color with. Agla station, 'saanta crooze' - said the machine voice. My friend would call it santra juice (orange juice).

After an eyesore like that, the next stop Bandra is an absolute pleasure. White walls, arched platforms and passages, and a wooden British station which has withstood time. Outside the stations yellow lights twinkle - crowds eat, laugh and fight. Stories unravel. The pavement is more cobbled and a bit cleaner. This is clearly one of my favourite and most charming spots, but I've heard that south Bombay beats Bandra ruthlessly.

Today I am visiting this south Bombay that people talk about so much. Lower Parel. Marine Lines. Churchgate, I wonder how different it is from the rest of this large city. All said and done, regardless of where u live in Bombay, or where you're going, one has got to admit that each area here has character. And character and story is all I need to be content with my journey.
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