The way a child sees the elephant headed one is different from the way I see it.
Or Bal Gangadhar Tilak saw it. The sweet maker or the rows of local politicians on a vinyl hoarding look at it. The terrified birds or the shivering dogs on the street hear it. The traffic police or the local pandal goons plan for it. The balloon seller or the ice cream seller at Girgaon chowpatty wait for it. The way superstars who charge for visiting a ganesha or the little girl who dances on the stage in the housing society's pandal see it. The way the drummers practice for it or how someone missing Mumbai at this moment in some cold country faraway aches for it.