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Down the Telegraph Road

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....with sand in my shoes....

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Down the Telegraph Road Down the Telegraph Road ....with sand in my shoes.... Monday, September 03, 2018 In Gratitude: The road glistened after the shower, the tall buildings and billboards with bright light cast its reflection on the empty late night streets.  The light drizzle hit our faces as our auto-rickshaw sped along. In a serendipitous moment, one of my friends handed me her ipod to listen to a song . The song and that moment have forever defined the city of Mumbai for me - the energy of the city, the freedom which I could not even dream of a month before, friendships that gave you a lot of space, nostalgia for something which I never had, longing for a future which I could not yet define. All I wanted then, at that moment, was ‘another chance’ to life. In the spilt second that was eleven years for me, I was tested, pushed, held at an arm’s length, cajoled, held in a warm fuzzy embrace, loved with love, and loved with compassion by the city. In the tiny apartment s...

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