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Mumbai, India

December 16, 2012
As a lad, I remember holding a sort of awe-and-fear of New York City — its size, cosmopolitanism, sophistication, and the sheer number of things to do. I became familiar enough with NYC to rid myself of the fear, and alas, some of the awe. But now I’m in Mumbai, and I remember the feeling — not as a tingle of excitement, but as an A-bomb blast at Ground Zero. The magnitude and density of this place is overwhelming. The things I want to see and try. The traffic. The press of people. The smells, both good (peanuts roasting on charcoal fires, the salinity of the sea air) and the horrible (you don’t want to know). This city wouldn’t laugh at my attempts to master it. It would just swallow me whole without noticing. It would crush me to powder under its boot without breaking a stride. There’s something exciting about that, like swimming in a vast ocean alongside a blue whale.
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