Mumbai. The city that never sleeps, the city of dreams, glamour, Bollywood, daily soaps, heaps of historic stories, DDLJ still running at Maratha Mandir, starstruck with celebs (for a typical Dilliwala at least) and a legacy of street food, khau galis and cultures that run so deep that leave you flabbergasted.
My tryst with Mumbai was rather short and I spent most of my time chilling by the poolside and taking walks on the beach and thoroughly enjoying Marriot's hospitality.
Read all about my lovely breakfast stories here.
I managed to squeeze in as much sightseeing as I could in one day itself. Starting our journey from Juhu, we made our way to the Gateway of India passing by Jalsa and Prateeksha - Mr. Amitabh Bacchan's two homes and a monumental place to be on a Sunday when the superstar comes down to greet his fans himself. Moving on, the buildings speak volumes, the intermingled cultures and the juxtaposition of an age-old romance that the city holds and the new age flings. The glitz and glamour drown with the withering buildings, each weaving a story of their own. A city full of antics of its own in addition to the trillions that you hear and read about.