The city everyone says is ‘unsafe’, ‘scary’, yada yada. 5 beautiful babies to call nieces and nephews, and who call me ‘Bua’. The younger one who I share the most special bond with- kind, sensitive, thoughtful and always ready to have a deep conversation with.
The older one always ready with a home full of heart, babies, and incredible food. Big brothers who would pull my leg and ask me when my next Chennai trip was- the older one who always asked about my work and well-being, the younger one who was always ready to rib me about some food I had made and clicked pictures of. It was a quick decision, neither of us wanted to live far away from work.įrom day 1 in this city, I was quite rapidly pulled into the Bombay Choudhary Unit. Our choice to live together in Bombay started purely due to our offices being on the same side of town. We exchanged food, family stories, found common threads, and new branches to explore.
There couldn’t have been 5 people more different, yet no life experience quite like those two years.
My second year had me living with a Maharastrian and Malayali. A city that frustrates, drives you up the wall, challenges, but also empowers you when you make it happen.Ī little has been said about the cities we came from, and the people that we are.Ĭollege was my first tryst with living with people from different cultures. If the first was ‘our first home’, the second was the one with the best vibes, the garden, and ample personal space that never made it feel like we were stepping on each other toes.Ī lot, LOT has been written about the homes we made in the city of Bombay.