“Woh Mumbai, Woh Bappa, Woh Bachpan”
Ganpati makes me nostalgic. ❤️ Every childhood memory seems to be woven around Bappa — celebrating him, enjoying those soft, warm modaks, dressing up, dancing on the stage for him, and waking up every morning with that excitement of *“aaj kya hoga?”* The sound of the dhol, the aarti, the decorations, the prasad, the lights, the little competitions, running around the building, meeting people you hardly knew but somehow felt like family during those five days… Those five beautiful days are memories I will always treasure. Nobody celebrates Bappa better than Mumbai people. The joy, the madness, the willingness to share happiness, the *bindaas* spirit of coming together and simply celebrating — it was unmatched. There was something so beautiful about those celebrations. You didn't need a perfect outfit, a perfect backdrop or a camera-ready face. You just came as you were. You danced. You clapped. You shouted *Ganpati Bappa Morya!* You ate one more modak even after saying you wouldn...