You lie on your bed, try to close your eyes. But all you can do is to think of her. All in the darkness you can see only her. You want to be with her, you want to hug her, and you want to be in her arms. But alas, you are far away from her. The night grows dark but she does not dim away.

If God gave you wings for a day and all the time in life, all you want to do is go to her, spend all the time with her and still feel short of time. She has the magic that has taken over you and the longing is too strong for you to resist. You try to forget, but you cannot.

All you can do is to wait, wait till the cruel world frees you of your shackles so you can be with her. You know, that the world won’t understand. And only those who have felt true love and have longed for their beloved know how gruesome the nights can be. And all you can say to yourself is ‘Let the Night Pass’. For the morning will come and ease you from the pain. It will make you forget the agony.

But how will anything make you forget her. Nothing can. Till then all you can do is wait for the mornings to come and hope that one morning, a fine morning, will bring you to her. So I wait, till I have the opportunity to lay my eyes on her. Till then I let the nights pass and dream about ‘My Muse, My Whore, My Beloved Mumbai!’