


I wonder as I eat my soup whether Mumbai is just the same. I expect it is more cosmopolitan than Rawalpindi. It is known as the city of dreams. I dream of going there one day and experiencing all the sights and sounds which are probably not dissimilar to those of a busy city in Pakistan. I would love to sit on a rickshaw and experience the tastes of the street food. The bhel puri, chana chaat, gol gappe.
This blog post is an entry into the Foodies100/GLORIOUS! soup #GloriousAdventuresbloggerchallenge.
