Bombay or the Wicked City

 

If there is one word that describes Bombay for me it is: wicked.

I can’t help it, whenever I am there I feel like I am sourrounded by mischief.

Maybe it’s got to do with my reading on Bombay: “Shantaram” (Gregory David Roberts), “Maximum City” (Suketu Mehta) and “Sacred Games” (Vikram Chandra) don’t exactly depict Bombay as a tranquil city. It is all about dons and deals and dancing girls.

I am now in Hong Kong for a few days.

Excuse me now, I am literally collapsing with exhaustion, better stop now before I start sleep-writing.