Five months have been passed since I came to Mumbai to tail my destiny. Mumbai, the most glamorous, sensational and alluring city of
Glamorous! Huh… may perhaps, but at the same time the filthiest city of the country, probably of world.
You have to learn a lot of things if you have to live to tell the tale in this awfully awesome city, especially when you have to travel through local trains.
Local trains are the exclusive feature of Mumbai, the trains here don’t only carry people, they carry brotherhood and bet you cannot find such carter anywhere else in the world which brings people closer, so closer that you can feel the warmth of human body, so closer that you can smell the stench which in form of fumes soars from underneath of bushy arms to escape into your nostril, so closer that probably you could taste the salt filled sweat-drop which is trying hard to fall from the corner of the eyebrows of someone standing face-to-face and nose-to-nose with you.
Such is the promotion done by local trains in Mumbai. So when you come to Mumbai, don’t only expect to see glittering people and scintillating existence but also be ready to smell the armpits and taste the sweat (of someone else!!!).
Till then… I will keep on bringing the out of the ordinary tales from Mumbai local.
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