Mumbai is a wonderful city, well what I've seen of it anyway. It's
huge. Some 14 million people live in this city and there was evidence of this
wherever we turned. Geographically speaking Mumbai is long and skinny
(technically speaking) and so is surrounded by water. Some of the bridges are
magnificent and beautifully lit at night. We are staying in south Mumbai in an
area called Colaba which has a distinctive colonial feel. The Sassoon docks and
the marine parade are a minutes walk and make for a really nice morning walk to
go and get a descent coffee.
I've spent the last few days wandering the streets. Down the end
of our road I purchased some water from a lovely girl in a deep blue sari. Her
shop, wrapped in a square and hugged closely around her, was lined top to
bottom with crisps, Indian snacks and sweets, water, lighters and cigarettes.
The layout reminded me of a shed we had down the bottom of our property in
Eastbourne when I was four years old. My sisters and I used to play shops for
hours, lining the shelves with jars and cans of food to sell to our imaginary
customers. Preparing the shop was always the most fun.
One of the main shopping districts is Colaba Causeway, a bustling
area with tourists and locals mingling about. Every meter or so vegetable
vendors sit with their fruit and vegetables displayed before them, the pinks of
the pomegranate shine under the mid morning haze. Every building has its own
distinctive exterior, my favourite is the turquoise brocade apartments, with
windows strung open and shutters pulled revealing linen hanging to dry. Jess
and I went into several shops to try on various clothes. Rather than changing
rooms they use trial rooms, which I thought was super cute. After all, we were trialing the clothes, if only for a minute. Some shops don't have a trial room, only mirrors. I asked a man, all dressed in white, if he had a trial room and he said 'no, it's your size'. I had a quiet chuckle. That's not the point mister. I did like the conviction in his voice, however, and I thought it was a very useful strategy to use.
On this day in Mumbai there were vendors galore as we made our way
along the arts precinct. We passed a woman with a monkey on a chain and I
quickly turned away so as to avoid any contact with woman, monkey and feeling
associated with woman, monkey and chain. Further on we walked past several men
selling their artwork, all beautiful pieces with vibrant colors known to India.
I ended up purchasing a lovely painting created by a local man named Sanjay. I
have become accustomed to the street life. As it was a public day there were
people everywhere. On one corner an infant was tight rope walking with
something balanced on her head. Not the usual extra-curricular activity for
children under the age of four, but maybe in Mumbai it is? On the next corner a
mother had tied a piece of fabric between two posts and was using it as a
hammock to swing her baby high into the air, and I mean high. As we made our
way back along the Cooperage maideen there were hundreds of men lounging,
leaning, watching and playing the countries prized sport, cricket. I have lost
count of the number of times I have been asked about cricket. It is the sport
that binds us. Watching these games from outside the fence I could feel the
energy it created. In the next street we pass a man on a bicycle transporting
several cartons of eggs. What an amazingly optimistic means of transportation.
The last image of Mumbai that sticks in my mind is wonderful yet
surprising. It is the image of a women. She sits sidesaddle on the back of a
motorbike, her red sari glistening in the wind as it flows out behind her. Such
delicate fabrics atop such oily pieces of machinery. I love the contrast
it creates. These bikes weave in and out of the traffic, and it still amazes me
how women are able to sit on the back with babies in their hands and feel at
ease. While it sits under a sea of smog, it is a wonderfully vibrant city and I
hope to return another day for masala tea and a lassi.
Love love love reading your adventures Tessie and can't wait to hear all about them over a chai v. soon. xx Mindy
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