[It is something i wrote when i was at the nariman point, mumbai. It was 10.30 in the morning of 14th feb. I was with my parents. We actually went there to attend the marriage of one of my cousin's. Going to nariman point was just city tour kinda]
I am at nariman point right now. The cool wind, the hot sun, the splashing of waves against the stones, the view of chaupati beach with Mumbai's skyline - an eternal bliss - of a modern kind i guess.
The hanging garden raised too above the ground - the other side - the horizon - the sea greeting the sky and still - the splashing of sea waves.
okay-it might not be a fictional or unrealistic scene of a movie or sweet love-story but it was so romantic.
The serenity, the calmness, the non-sensicle babbling of people, the shouting of vendors, the sound of wind blowing in my ear and again the the splashing of sea waves.
When i reached here some 40 minutes back the sound of splashing was soft and calm, as if the the sea and rocks were enjoying the spalshing and giggling.
And now the sea is getting bored of the play and is becoming impatient as the sun rises higher heating the air. funny how the splashing of the waves against the rocks is not of giggling but of some silly arguments.
I wish i could put what i was feeling in a better way.
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