Why I love Bombay....

From Gregory David Roberts' homepage (The author of Shantaram which I've been dying to read for some months now....)

There are so many things that make Bombay special: the cool breezes that caress the island city are like kisses from the sky itself; the music that’s everywhere, in every car and shop and open window, as if the city is perfumed with sound; the movie posters, soaring above, like dreams in the mind of the street; the gorgeousness of women, where the city is a temple, and the women of Bombay are its Goddesses; the Parsee community – can any city that doesn’t have a Parsee community ever call itself great – and every other sector in the gad-bad mix of faces from a million places; the best restaurants, serving the best food on the planet; the easy affection and enduring friendships between the men; and beyond all the colours, tastes, smells, and textures of Her, there’s the fact of Bombay’s ineffable beauty. She is beautiful, proud, dangerous, charismatic, and compassionate. I could go on, but I think you probably get the idea why amchi Mumbai is special to me, na?

I couldn't have said it better. (Which is why I didn't, and cut-paste instead. :-)