FastSaying

The Airlines lady who travels in the same compartment as us day after day, has bruises on her arms and face today and her eyes keep welling, but no one asks her why. Our eyes dart towards her, but we go back to travelling in too much proximity. Two inches from one another and expressionless.

Amruta Patil

abuseapathycompartmenteyesmumbaimumbai-localtrain

Related Quotes

I grew up in Mumbai.
— Fareed Zakaria
GrewMumbaiUp
Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.
— Gregory David Roberts
bombayindiamumbai
To a lover, the beloved is ocean and mountain, fatigue and relief, poison and amrit - indeed, all of churning itself
— Amruta Patil
belovedlovemountain
Mumbai may not be my city. But it is my kind of city.
— Vikas Swarup
CityKindMay
In Mumbai, the air is saltier. The sea is roilier. The traffic is snarlier. The pinks are pinker. The ostentation is crazier.
— Hanya Yanagihara
AirCrazierMumbai