Train to Mumbai Quotes

“The rain fell gently, and a cold wind was blowing. Pedestrians wearing raincoats and rain boots and carrying colorful umbrellas could be seen walking swiftly along the cobblestone streets toward their manzil.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The sun was beginning to set and a light breeze was blowing, causing the trees to rustle.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Life doesn’t turn out how we imagine it. Nor does it go according to our plans.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The cloudless sky was gray. The trees had started to shed their leaves. A cold wind was blowing, rendering our winter layers inadequate.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The sun was setting on the horizon. Mother Nature had painted the sky in hues of pink, purple and orange. Our feet slipped and slid as we walked on the sand, breathing salt air. Waves crashed against the shore rhythmically and gusts of wind howled around us. Families could be seen strolling along the beach despite the frigid winter wind that was blowing. In the distance, a group of orphaned children could be seen flying a kite, unaware of the cruelty that exists in the world.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Sometimes life compels you to be rational, especially since you can’t always listen to your heart.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The railway station is host to all. It receives and sees off hundreds of daily commuters and those who travel far. Each traveler’s manzil and path are different, but the railway station brings them together.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Mumbai is the shahar of dreams to which thousands flock every year. Its beauty and glory are both enchanting and enticing. It’s a city of fortunes, a city of poverty, a city of hope, a city of pain, a city of success, a city of loss, a city of stories, a city of games, a city of fate, a city of destiny, a city of love and a city of heartbreak. Changes occur in Mumbai minute by minute, mile by mile and inch by inch. Some dreams gain flight, while others burn in despair.

Mumbai is a city that never sleeps. It is always abuzz. Its inhabitants are multilingual and of different faiths. Some come to Mumbai in search of their passion, while others come in search of an identity. The shahar’s glamor, fashion and film stars attract people from all over India. The ameer, the gareeb, all come to Mumbai to search for their niche with the umeed of making it big someday. Hence, the hustle and bustle of the city makes its inhabitants feel both unimportant and significant simultaneously.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“There’s no city like Mumbai because it is a shahar built of millions of dreams.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The sky was stained in hues of pink, purple and orange. Flocks of birds dotted the canvas of Mother Nature’s shades. A gentle autumn breeze kissed our cheeks while fallen leaves skipped past us.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The leaves had turned red, yellow and orange and began falling from the trees.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The air contained a subtle breeze that acknowledged the approach of autumn.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Walking into a bookstore and seeing your book on a bookshelf would be amazing, but writing a book requires a tremendous amount of work, dedication and commitment.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Writing is a form of art. Writers are creative individuals with incredible imaginations. They can use words to transport their readers into the world of their imaginations and depict compelling stories that prompt the reader to see and experience the world through the lives of remarkable and sometimes unforgettable characters.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Living with a disability isn’t easy. Some days are good and some days are bad.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“At times, I felt like an immoral stalker. I knew that I had become a monster, but love, madness and insanity are hard to explain. Love isn’t a feeling or emotion that fades with time. It is a passion that only intensifies. It defies all wrongs. Thus, my ishq had transformed into my deewangi.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The airport was crowded as usual. Families were bidding their loved ones alvida, and professionals were engrossed in last-minute conversations on their mobile phones before boarding their flights with carry-ons.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“I photographed the Charles Bridge from several angles to capture my desired perspective and composition. Like me, several other amateur photographers had also flocked to the bridge to witness and capture the sunrise as it inked the sky in shades of pink, purple and orange while enjoying magnificent views of the city.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Time doesn’t heal wounds; it only eases the pain.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“Amsterdam mesmerized me. The narrow houses that lined the canals, the centuries-old architecture, the squares throughout the city and the cafés all had a unique charm. There were many reasons to fall in love with the city.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai