The House Lizard of My Bombay Flat

The first city is the best city. Bombay is being my best city. Although I only lived two cities in my life, I just know it, like how you know your wife is your best without testing out other girls.

Some people prefer a life of traveling; seek the best in a lot of choices. I am not that kind of person. I am a Shepard more than a Traveler. If something grabs my heart and I love it, I just want to stay to watch and understand every little thing. Now everywhere I travel, I miss Bombay and feel like coming back soon, even on a short trip to Japanese home.

Bombay is not the cleanest place in the world, actually could be one of the worst. One of my friends who traveled a lot says Bombay is the dirtiest place. We can say it’s because Bombay is a big city, but even we keep the fact aside, it’s dirtier and inconvenient than other big cities. Water and electricity supply is short. Guys spit, pee, or throw garbage everywhere they want (of course not all guys). While you are eating in an open air restaurant, you can see a few big rats are running into a corner.

When you get out from the city to somewhere nice, like Kerala or Goa, you would be surprised how beautiful this world was. Green woods, coconut trees, clean air, the blue sky without smog, and clear water in rivers. People seem happier and are calm, living slowly. You can eat coconut curry and spend time on the shore, a clean shore without garbage.

But all the time when I take a time off from Bombay life, a part of me always wonder why I miss the city so much and want to go back. Could be because of the better service in restaurants, more choices of shopping, or I don’t know. I wonder. I conclude it’s the house lizard in my flat room, which makes me feel to go back home.

So, I am in love with the house lizard of my Bombay flat, and live my choti-choti life. My family and friends ask how long I am going stay here, and I always say “Just a little more.”