One year in Bombay today. Wow, we had serious doubts about us lasting even 6 months and here we are a year later, finally enjoying the city. Last year this time, we were on a plane from Bangalore, the city we loved and still do, the first Indian city we set up home in after moving back from the States, the city where one can find a good greek salad and an amazing variety of garlic bread on every corner.
Bombay was a world apart, a city of "vegetarian restaurants", where sometimes it has almost impossible to get hold of a decent wine or cheese, a city where the bulk of ones waking hours is spent in vehicles, trying to get to someplace to do something. Rush, rush, rush. People, people, people everywhere. The first time I saw the sea of people at Andheri station, I was claustrophobic and terrified that I would have to become part of the crowd to get from anywhere to anywhere.
Travelling on the A2 was the start of my accepting and eventually liking the city. Little by little we have found our own spots of the city to identify and grow with. It has not been an easy or smooth ride, but in retrospect, it has been educative and enjoyable.