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Mumbai, 2

[By Suketu Mehta]

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So I’m booking flights to Mumbai. I’m going to go get a beer at the Leopold, stroll over to the Taj for samosas at the Sea Lounge, and watch a Bollywood movie at the Metro. Stimulus doesn’t have to be just economic.

[Read the full op-ed: What they hate about Mumbai]
[Via: Kavi's Twitter]

[+] I think I jst found a stronger reason to return to India sooner. But am not sure if the world will always remain the same, will it always absorb the pain fast enough to make us forget the past atrocities...

Comments

Nachi said…
:)


...the world is never the same...
brocasarea said…
hope this never happens again
Miladysa said…
Wow! Really :D
Jason said…
It's amazing how much damage they did with so few people...

It's quite scary.
Princess Aiz said…
The pain may subside but the scar remains fresh..

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