A REASON TO HATE YOU.

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 7^th floor flat in bandra west. Man I really hate to get up at 6.23 am on a monday morning which was a holiday

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“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”

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