The traffic has thinned out, the city is into cruise mode too and seems to be grooving to whatever it is that is playing in our car.
Bombay by night has the ability to resonate with whatever mood you are while Bombay by day drives you hard tethered to your ambitions.
The work-in-progress suburbs are left behind on a surreal new bridge and the soft lights of South Bombay reflect the Empty Nest syndrome writ large.
A twenty year old gets hungry and we stop at a doughnut joint on Breach Candy. The tangles of young people hanging out there underline the middle-aged gentility of the neighborhood.
Next stop Mucchad Paanwala. Muchhad has now been a Bombay legend for over three decades and now employs a panwala’s dozen of similarly mustachioed gentleman who run a drive-in service that could have the making, I think, of another HBS case study on the lines of the dabbawalas.
I pull out my mobile and Mucchad preens and swirls his pride. The guy is used to attention.
We take the JJ flyover back home to Versova passing through the grittier parts of Bombay including Dharavi.The city continues to resonate to the music.
Bombay is not just a concrete maze, it is a state of mind.
As we get home around way past one, a quiet "good night" caps male bonding at its silent best.
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