Issac writes

I had gone to Mumbai to meet a dear friend of mine, he was really happy to see me as the busy life of aamchi Mumbai had torn him apart. Spending time with me helped him in putting back those broken pieces of his life. He like a tourist guide made me tour the whole of Mumbai.  A city is unexplored unless you don't travel it through its local transport. Metro trains I had already experienced, now was time to travel by road and Mumbai was quite famous for its public transport. So I took a public bus, it was shit though, a bit crowded with the smell of sweat all around. I and my friend luckily managed to get a seat. I got the window seat and I felt quite relaxed as there was some relief from the suffocating atmosphere and dirty odour. The bus was moving at its speed and I was seated there staring out of the window. I must say the roads of Mumbai were quite good better than Bhopal atleast.  The bus stopped at various red signals, on one of those red signals I was look...