Little lost dog by the sea
Alone, talking to the noisy waves below…
A crow splashing in the morning sunshine
A pool of birds flying high above the watery clouds…
Fresh monsoon showers
Wash away the pain of being new in this city…
Feet sinking into a song with the muddy damp beneath..
A yellow umbrella trotting to work across a monsoon street..
A lost black, happy, panting puppy looking up at me
With one single white eye..
The man on the threshold of a shuttered shop
Solving crosswords while rain plodded down a Monday morning street…
Mud brown chai with water gurgling down the dripping blue tarpaulin sheet..
Walking by the Worli sea face…
Walking in folded jeans of youth and a wet umbrella outside the four walls of the corporate building..
A buggy ride round the Taj..a dinner in the gali—The famous Bade Miyan..
Laughter and storms..
Buffaloes by the beach..
A furry squirrel staring at a weaver bird’s nest..
Sunshine and rain…
A fountain (who was Flora?)…a palace…old books reminiscent of someone’s life..
Ah, the Mumbai I dreaded…yet the Mumbai I grew to love…
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