Missing Mumbai

Can you miss a place like you miss a person?

Can you miss that corner where all you had was fun?

The crossroads where you never had to choose,

You just walked any way because there was nothing to lose.

The bus stops where you waited to chat for hours and did not mind,

Because that was the time you were not bound to the grind.

Where the chaat shop at the roadside beckoned,

And mineral water was not a thing to reckon.

A place where time moved at its own pace

And life had not turned in to a race.

The place where you recognized the buildings any way you looked,

And you did not have to look at the map in a cab booked.

A place where you know exactly where to shop,

And a house where you could anytime drop.

When you travel the world and see the beautiful roads and hills,

You cannot forget how that place feels.

Is it okay to miss a place and feel low?

Maybe because you cannot call a place and say hello.

Like comfort food does there exist a comfort place

And why is it so difficult to replace?