It was another boring Monday morning and it is the most
incorrect day to get up early in morning. My god these Monday morning really
tests your perseverance as an individual
My bed is just below the window of my 7th floor
flat in bandra west. Man I really hate to get up at 6.23 am on a monday morning
which was a holiday
.
“Oh no man” I said to myself. Its usually the other way
around.
I took the stock of situation and turned around to open the
window behind me.
Initially it felt like it’s still dark. Much darker than it
should be for a 6.30 am type in Mumbai. Instead it was very gloomy and heavily
clouded. Gray is the best word I which I would describe the scene that I saw.
You know people rightly say “MUMBAI NEVER FAILS TO SURPRIZE
YOU”
You can include me in the same club too.
The weather was perfect to go on date. a long awaited date
with my beautiful red bike. I didn’t even care to take a bath, I just wanted to
get out there and feel it.
White T-shirt and brown cargo was my attire and riding my
bike over bandra-worli sealink was calming and intimidating experience.
I decided to head for
marine drive. I swear those 40 min were the best time I had spent on my bike
ever. By 9.10 am I had reached. I was beautiful and by the time I reached it
had begun to rain and Mumbai rains are to die for and I literally mean it!!!
The portrait of blue, gray and white was an amazing and
shades of green just compliment the scene amazingly. The sea and sky looked
like doing salsa. Tumbling and caressing in the horizon. Felt like they wanted
to get dissolve in each other. Sea was no longer blue. Felt like the curtain of
rain was an attempt to hide there dance. This is what I felt when I saw this
play through the huge glass windows of Barista café while enjoying my coffee and
garlic bread break-fast.
The down pour was hard and heavy. Mumbai rains are awesome.
Since marine drive was virtually empty any small movement
far away could be noticed.
After an hour our so a lonely figure appeared in far
vicinity. Frail and thin structure, long wet hair and hand crossed in front. Completely
soaked, walking down marine drive road. A humane form of emotion and feeling.
Living but lifeless. Alive but dragging. Eyes as cold as the weather itself and
wet bunched hair forced to fly due to strong winds. She almost seemed like a
ghost.
The idea felt good
and I too ventured out in rain. It felt great walking with my eyes closed and
only thing I could hear was the symphony of sea and wind and light footstep
coming from a distance.
I reached the end of marine drive towards nariman point and
a 20 min walk felt like nothing. I saw the same girl standing at the end face
of nariman point facing the sea a little far from me. A mesmerizing scene (above
image is the same scene)
Felt like everything that needed to be spoken was said by
the view itself. The rain was same, the sea was same the city in the background
was same but this figure standing in it just added a load of meaning and life
to it.
Felt like she was standing at the end of an imaginary bridge.
I don’t know what was she starring at but I think at the other end of that
bridge, trying to see her own life through the memories of past. Maybe she was
trying to fill colors of her memories in this grayish image.
She stood there like a stone.
The only movement that she did was when a bird crossed from
in front of her. her eyes followed that bird until it vanished in the
skyscrapers of city of dreams.
Smiling and enjoying the flight of that bird. I saw her
smiling when turned her head towards the left. Watching her gazing and smiling
bought a smile on my face too. maybe she was no longer feeling lonely because I
wasn’t feeling lonely anymore.
This is something I really like about Mumbai. In this city
you might feel alone sometimes but it never leaves you lonely.
“I might not love you,
But it’s just that I couldn’t find A REASON TO HATE YOU”
