Rohit Sharma

 The jackal was not anything and he walked out at night, howling over the greasy dark roads, gazing towards the passing yellow street lights and the sleeping towers. What is to wonder? It didn’t matter.  The rain was not there. It stopped showering. It was the perfect timing. No one was behind and no one that he had to follow ahead. No time constraints either. What is the speed through which he slips onto the ground and race ahead. How are his sights. Is he hungry? By heart, in mind. At this wet dark hour, he will roam..  Happier still he has thoughts running for multiple days. The thoughts, huh! They are constant and hardest to conquer. The night is beautiful and his pace sets him freer all the more. What’s with this city? He wishes directions. It’s hard to understand stuffs, life. What is there to care about? It’s the plentiful seeking. He is put up inside the cave, all day long. He misses his time with the stars and he misses being irresponsible. He has grown mid-aged. He has to tak

Mumbai is a said financial capital of India. It's huge and equally so the count of humans deriving their livelihood from the city. People migrate here with a dream to earn and live a better life. There are labourers, there are street vendors, and then there are corporate employees. We already understand how the rents play out in the city. At the rich cores, not everyone can afford a house. So we travel.  The other day my aunt back home was telling me how my uncle work hard and travel for 10 kilometers to his work. In Mumbai, it's peanut. I have a friend who travel 4 hours everyday to & fro office to home. Ask him, and he will swiftly tell us his routine. It's not even a big deal to him. He is habituated. He has a fix time schedule to wake up and get busy in the day. If he misses one local train, he has to calculate how much time he is gonna wait further to reach the office.  We all know people who are not so much a fan of the place for its on-the-run mode. They dont eve