Marine Mornings…

Mumbai is an amazing confluence of cultures and there’s no better place than Marine Drive to emphasize that.

It’s a cloudy early morning and it’s seven thirty when I reach the sea-front after a short walk from Churchgate Railway Station.

I’m greeted with a spectacular view of the calm sea with an occasional rumble. However, there’s another sea that greets my eyes, and this one is up an about on the promenade. I’m referring to a whole horde of people who are enjoying the breeze.

IMG_20170909_073454157While some are solitary, some are briskly walking about with their partners, there are gangs of friends meeting up before heading to college together and the ones like me who are doing nothing, just observing life moving on.

The clock hasn’t even struck eight when I see a bunch of kids studying – some taking notes and two girls trying to understand some complex looking equation.

I look at the couples out here and am amused at their nonchalance – they must have woken up quite early for the opportunity to be enveloped in each others arms, before it’s even eight in the morning, unabashed at the location and oblivious to the people around. Why, even the cops seem to have given up!

As I walk from one end to the other, I see a shriveled, old lady talking to a younger woman, presumably her child, in Kannada. I pass by a couple who has just exchanged gifts and I catch some lines of Tamil. They’re just sitting, catching up on conversation and enjoying the weekend peace.

You also have yoga enthusiasts here who are busy stretching out in awkward poses and if you catch their eyes, you may feel a little awkward.

You also have the sleepers.

IMG_20170909_074542154They’re blissfully unaware of their surroundings as they’re actually sleeping on the pedestals. Perhaps it’s safer sleeping on the promenade than footpaths, knowing the drivers out here!

Among the best sight in the entire stretch and enjoying the maximum attention – are the doggos! I see a cute pup just finish its walk and head to the Activa. The owner places the pup infront of him, on the edge of the seat, gives the doggo a kiss and zooms off while the pup elegantly holds its paws on the handle. This brought a smile to my face and I would have definitely photographed them had they waited a few seconds. 


Mumbai is about its water. The city floods, the waves crash over you, crushing your town bit by bit, until you’re gulping for air and swimming. If you fight it, you’re a survivor. If you give up, you’re done for, and the choice is usually yours to make. This is Mumbai for you. You have the freedom to do whatever it is that you want to…Just as long as you aren’t getting on the wrong side of anyone, you’re good to go!



Bangalore is heart and Mumbai is mind, but the simplest mention of Pune, brings a smile to my face because of the special place it holds in my heart. 

As with a lot of things, I’ve noticed that my tryst with love usually begins with an abject hatred of something. First impression of Pune was that I had to run away from it and not come even inches close to it. This happened during the time when I was interviewing at Simc. I was disappointed that it was so much like an older Bangalore. I assured two of my friends that I would definitely not take it up because Pune wasn’t Mumbai and I then believed that I had needed the vibe of Mumbai. 

I couldn’t have been more wrong bout Pune. Having lived in Lavale for two blissful years, I think this city will always be home of a different kind. The kind of home that gave me hope in finding good in different  people and an acceptance of myself, thanks to my people.  

As I undertake this bus journey home, from Mumbai. I am fleetingly passing through the lanes of Pune city  and I’m nostalgic like hell. What stands out is our countless trips to FC road on broke days, with friends and not so good friends, celebrity spotting while on a ‘research’ project to study religious tourism and it’s effects, (I’m amazed a senior sent us knowing fully well that we couldn’t have access to Osho, no regrets though cause that was a beautiful day!), a full day Pune Darshan at the end of two years (now I can brag about places in Pune to everyone), of freshers nights that turned to the beginning of common crushes and friendships, of dosa and coffee trips with the  extended best girl gang that one could possibly have.. And of countless as bus rides, to the ‘city’ and back to the hostel, just because. ‘Let’s go through city’ was music to the ears! And yet, the amazing solitude our rooms offered. 

It’s  funny how you comfortable you get with your people. How you video call each other, even if it’s as rare as once in a few months. How connected you are, and how much it makes you feel happy.. Knowing that they’re there. Man. I miss you guys! 

And I  haven’t even talked about the campus fun. Shared secrets, embarrassments, gossip and stories about the people you detest? Sigh. 

I can only hope that meeting all of you in two months, is going to culminate in  an epic extravaganza. 

So long, beauties! 


Although old, this has been one of my finest works. Sometimes, you just have to take charge of life and lead by doing nothing, but just living!


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