The Planter and the Passage of Time !

This post below showed up in the memory today. “ Isn’t it funny how your heart aches and longs for things that are no longer there ? Just a planter, or is it? I bought it because I spotted the word "Bombay" on it. It took me back to the streets of Bombay. Bombay hasn’t been Bomba y for over 25 years now. But it was still Bombay when I moved to the U.S.—and my mind is still there, holding on to a version of the city that no longer exists. Even the streets have changed. There’s a metro now. Towering buildings have replaced familiar sights. And yet, some things remain. The local train system still carries millions—no exaggeration here. But even that has changed: more coaches, escalators, elevators on every platform, even an app to buy your ticket. Everything changes. Don’t mind me. One word was all it took to trigger these ramblings—but it’s not just a word. It represents my youth. Bombay is now known as Mumbai ; in case you didn’t know. I’ll ke...