City of Structures: Mumbai VT

 Old and the City

Every city will have this reminiscence of an age, a lost glory walking down the memory lane, unknown, unseen, or invisible. It could be a dhoti-clad, Gandhi-topi-wearing old man among the jeans-wearing youth, or an old white Ambassador car among the swanky high-end luxury imported cars, or an old dilapidated, color-worn colonial architecture amidst the niche steel and glass skyscrapers. Whatever the form, aging will cross your path at every moment in Indian cities.

One may not notice them until one becomes old, one may not find them until one retires, one may not engage with them until one starts wearing out. The city is patient; it will wait in those old pockets in park corners, coffee houses, temples, pension counters, and hospitals. It will wait patiently to cross your path one day or maybe every day...

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