About Me
- Name: Bombay
- Location: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
Time is a machine for converting reality into memories, and memories into words. In the end there will be only words, words without connotations.
Previous Posts
- Tomato salesman does the rounds of Matunga railway...
- Bandar colony by the WR line, it is monsoon season...
- The tricycle at the Ganna (Sugar cane) juice shop.
- Lost in a dream, walk of the city man.
- A Traffic jam at 8pm near Sleator road intersectio...
- Coconut tree at Churchgate on a bright Sunday morn...
- Man walking at Marine Lines
- Panwalla (Betel) at Opera House
- A coconut seller reads the "Times of India" at Ope...
- Lazy cat and Dog strolling at Fountain coconut st...
1 Comments:
At 9:19 PM, Anonymous said…
Dr.M
dreams are not made of this they are made from this, for this and beczuse of this.. pointing out whts wrong in my home will not solve the problem.. fixing it will.. dreams made mumbai and ppl like u may be will never understand this struggle between reality and dreams coz posting naked children on a site will not put cloths on them and u fail to understand that i guess.. well i pity u going around mumbai nooks and corner u never really understood its soul...which by the way is not on a naked boys body but in his eyes...
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