Do you remember our second night: the quiver in my step, the disbelief in my senses and the hours terrified?
Do you remember our first night: caught between no roof to sleep under and no friend to go beside; building forts out of white sheets and black backpacks on bunk beds?
Do you remember our second night: battling the rain and swimming with suitcases; the flooded pavements were a sight slight better than the gloomy apartment?
Do you remember our first night: making conversations with strangers was easier than I had been given to think?
Do you remember our second night: I was anxious and afraid for I hadn’t known you enough?
Mumbai, it has been a hell of a year.