Crazy in Love

This city is mean and dirty, and corrupt and over-crowded, but I still love it with all my heart. I may be crazy, but I still have hope.
Hope of a better tomorrow, hope of reinstating the innocent inclusiveness, the spirit of ascendancy and especially the hope that no matter where you come from or where you are going, no matter who you are or who you are related to, you will always have a place in Bombay.
Notwithstanding the accusations of the city being inhuman, sometimes you see such a show of no-strings-attached humanity and generosity,an outpouring of kindness and concern for a fellow human being, it is enough to move even the hardest of hearts and convert the staunchest of cynics.
And so I stay on, like many others. Bombay is home to millionaires, to the middle class and people who live on intermittent glimpses and scraps of kindness and humanity. Bombay is beautiful not because of her art deco buildings, or her museums or art galleries. Bombay is beautiful because of her inclusiveness, her cosmopolitan attitude and her ability to inspire and uplift.
The poverty here is undeniable, inexcusable and jarringly inhuman, a lot of people have to live on the fringes of society. But they have something that no one can take away from them...... HOPE.....the raw emotion of being able to beat the odds, or even break even ...makes people stay. And the longer you stay, the harder you fall for the city.Beautiful Bombay. The city of dreams. Pictures taken from here