As a kid growing up in Mumbai we had a cute Christmas ritual, every year we'd all bundle into the car and drive down the by lanes of Bandra, to check out the lovely Christmas decorations in the quaint old bungalows. The furniture store was a stop we had to do. This year I did the family drive by and also decided to go for a walk down the by lanes as well.
There's something magical and mystical about walking down the streets during winter, the lovely nip in the air, the crisp sea breeze, the faint smell of bakeries baking bread. Bandra transforms into a whimsical garden of twinkly lights, stars and tiny cribs that spot every corner! It's always the small things that matter, the little, almost insignificant things that mean the most to me.
There's something magical and mystical about walking down the streets during winter, the lovely nip in the air, the crisp sea breeze, the faint smell of bakeries baking bread. Bandra transforms into a whimsical garden of twinkly lights, stars and tiny cribs that spot every corner! It's always the small things that matter, the little, almost insignificant things that mean the most to me.
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