To me, Mumbai is a Goddess.
She personifies the qualities of the deity that she takes her name after. The Goddess Mumba.
She is a mother, who never turns away a child coming to her to seek refuge, giving selflessly.
Wealth, fame and success flow from her veins and her eager sons and daughters lap it all, day after day and year after year.
Only, we seem to be sucking her dry.
We continue to go to her in large numbers, erode her.
We dig deep into the earth and snatch more from the sea, keeping the angry lashing waves at bay to satiate our need to grow.
We are deaf to her sighs of grief, thanks to the hum of greed that has engulfed us.
The simmering hatred that bares its fangs every now and then, continues to bleed her.
The overwhelming apathy to loss, suffering and despair in the mad rush to make more and consume more, seems to take root as an acute disease in her veins.
Her radiance is marred by the flashy lights of ill begotten wealth. The gaping wounds of her children who have been victims of hatred, or just could not make it in the maddening race tug at her heart.
Yet, she stands tall. Continues to bestow.
Her guiding light giving respite to many a traveller from far and near,welcoming those who choose to anchor at her shores.
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