Like many visitors to India, I had only stopped in Mumbai overnight en route to a beach in Goa or Kerala.
I could see the skyscrapers, bleary through the smog, and hear the hectic honking, tooting, hooting and beeping of cars in ten lanes of traffic on the road to Chhatrapati Shivaji, the spanking new international airport.
In lazy holiday mode, venturing closer didn’t appeal. But recently and rather unexpectedly, I went to live in the city. Now when someone says they are off to India, I encourage them to give an invigorating whirl in India’s biggest, fastest, richest, smartest city.
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