The sea link towards sleep
On the sea link towards sleep, pinprick lights dot long shadows and lines.
At dusk Bombay is like a sleeping woman,
whose silence finally swallows all of the chaotic sound,
whose whispers are the warm wind that holds you like a hug,
whose hunger for understanding is matched only by yours,
whose body is the perfect smooth and ragged backdrop; the canvas on which to draw all of your dreams.
Hello again Bronwyn! First of all, thanks a lot for the previous post about the monsoons in Bandra! Glad you could take out time to click a few pics.
I feel a bit sad to read that you are leaving Mumbai soon; your writing and photos have shown me a beauty and dynamic, which I in my 18 years there often took for granted. I wish you all the luck for the future and more such adventures!
Hi again Anuj, thank you for visiting! And yes, I’m glad you’re enjoying the monsoon photos
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I have almost exact copies of that photo; those few buildings you can see on the left side, all blurry :p .