PR FF

20 years later.

Not much has changed but it seemed as if everything had changed. Mumbai is still the same. The same people, the same crowd, wohi raat aur wohi savera, wohi taaron ke neeche baithna, doston ke saath, khule aasman ke neecche...baarish main jhopde ke neechne, garam garam chai peene...phir bhi kuch badla badla lagta hain... koi hain, jo humare beech hai na. Koi apna, jo shayad rootha hua hain.

kehte hain waqt sabse bada naram hain...sara ghau theek kar dete hain..Is waqt ne kaafi imtihaan de, aise imtihaan jisme pass ya fail nahin par imtihaan se guzar kar, himmat zaroor paaye. Mushkil mod aaye, jahan right ya left nahin ja saktee hain, dil kuch aur kehta, dimaak kuch aur...par in mod ko paad bhi kaya aur muskil ghadi ka saamna.

Jaanna chahegeein, main kaun hoon. Koi Khaas Nahin..par shayad koi apni, jo aap main basee ho...aur haan, yeh meri kahani nahin. Main... Main Poorvi aur yeh hain meri aayee aur baba ki kahani, yaani manav aur archana ki.