Pushing a cart on the roads of Bombay is not an easy job.
posted by Bombay @ 3:08 PM
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- Name: Bombay
- Location: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
Time is a machine for converting reality into memories, and memories into words. In the end there will be only words, words without connotations.
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