an anonymous diary
diary of a mumbai girl
a girl, 24. she left delhi for mumbai with two suitcases and a job she is terrified of. she does not tell you her name.
every night she opens this page and writes whatever the day was. the crowded local, the rent, a face in the cafeteria, a call from her mother, the rain that will not stop. no filter, no plan, no neat endings.
nothing big happens most days. that is the point. you are just here, reading one life as it slowly becomes something.
back at my desk today. the rain has eased off a little, still coming down but not the kind that stops trains. small mercy.
read this night →third day at office today. rain has turned serious now, the kind where they said schools were shutting early and the trains kept crawling. i left ten minutes earlier than usual jus
read this night →second day at the office. the rain has gotten worse, the kind where the sky doesn't bother pretending it might clear later. the train was delayed and everyone on the platform kept
read this night →the alarm was set for six. i was already awake at five-thirty.
read this night →woke up too early. lay there for a while watching the ceiling. the rain had stopped overnight but the sky was still that flat white colour it gets here.
read this night →saturday felt very long.
read this night →reached mumbai this evening. the rains came in as the cab was crossing the bridge. big grey sheets of water, nothing like delhi.
read this night →