It was my 6th-year birthday party and a treat to my tiny eyes. While being the center of attraction to absolutely waiting for the numerous gifts I would be receiving on a grand day, the feeling was unmatched. Friends and family members were invited. This included a mind-blowing cake, colorful decorations, delicacies, and amazing food. There was everything you need for a grand celebration. The best part was the royal blue Cinderalla dress I was wearing that my mom stitched. I felt like a princess in that dress with the small veil constantly falling off my shoulder. My mom was the stylist for the day and she made sure I looked no less than a bride. My grandparents were there to bless me on this occasion and I couldn’t wait to unwrap the gift they got me. It was a box of Color pens. The conventional birthday party began and ended with a happy meal. Friends and family members gifted me a yellow bicycle. The picture of that bicycle is still fresh in my mind. Most of us will have at least one such birthday party which takes us into an ocean of blissful memories.
Everyone calls it the city of dreams, I always wondered why? All the stories I actually heard made a lot more sense when I first set foot in the 'sapno ki nagri- Mumbai' The hot summers, the mad rains, the pleasant winters, and the ever-busy crowd, this city never failed to surprise me. Walking kilometers down the Marine drive or sitting at the shore-- realizing the absolute positivity that the evening breeze has to offer. Believe me, when I am saying this, it's surreal. From having zero clues about my Survival here to finding the strength to believe I can do it, it has been a journey,, an absolute roller coaster ride that I will cherish throughout my coming days! The crazy but yummy food, local trains hustling with people, and the 24*7 availability of chai, and I think this is what gets the people closer and super welcoming! The process of meeting new people from all walks of life was so overwhelming but also managed to help me grow through the process of independe...
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