I am a 23M, trapped in the relentless grind of Mumbai's local trains. They call it the heart of the city, but it feels more like a relentless, pounding ache. How can people endure this daily torture for a lifetime? I have immense respect for their resilience, but I find myself questioning my own sanity. I came from a small town, eager to learn and grow. Mumbai was supposed to be a city of dreams, a place of opportunity. But all I've learned here is how to survive, not how to live. The constant struggle, the suffocating crowds, the never-ending noise – it's overwhelming. Sometimes, the weight of it all becomes too much. I find myself contemplating the unthinkable. But then I see others, struggling even more than me, and I feel a flicker of hope. They call it the City of Dreams, but it's also a city of illusions. A place where dreams are crushed and hopes are shattered.🥺🥹🥹

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