Seashells

My not-so-friendly house, houses a not-so-friendly neighbour next door. She is a woman of character. A woman that burns leaves, lambs and legacies. The house is a place that we inherited with much animosity. The only lovely aspect of the house is the window sill. It has 29 rusted grills (to be precise), wooden doors and overlooks the Arabian sea. I can watch the sunset from my window sill, I can watch the crimson sunset from my window sill, I can hear the waves. I can hear the ocean cry. The filthy water seeps into the arms and drenches the skin of the rocks go sore. The sound of infant conch shells crushing when you walk. The waves that have a certain motion. Today, what I perceive as the sea is something different. I know, a man-made road is going to be built across and spoil what I woke up to everyday. I have been hopping over stones, crossing huge mossy structures. Oh my! (Jeez. My legs are stretching) I like to take pictures. I like to watch the sunset everyda

The train journey to Rameswaram, the temple town of India began on the 2nd day of 2020. While not much happened when we boarded at night but a book reading seshh and a not-so-interesting fellow cat calling modestly.  When I got up the next day at half past seven in the morning, I was in for a treat. The Pamban bridge is iconic and our Express train was just about to take us to the beautiful Pamban island, across the Palk strait, leading us into an experience I always longed for. For a person from Bombay and a lover of the Bandra-worli sea link, this surely isn't very fascinating.(Not bragging okay!?) But the train took this water baby, who has probably lived off her entire life watching the Arabian sea to an escapade she never preempted! BAMMMM! At Rameswaram, I earned a family, ate 4 idlis for Rs 20 every day, and handled Tamil people without my parents constant assistance.  Talking about Tamil people, I clearly remember the sight when I got down at the Ra

The moment you start acting like life is a blessing, it starts feeling like one. Getting up to having a view into another building or to the amazing Arabian Sea? I am a 19-year-old girl, a resident of this beautiful place. Mumbai has a vast coastline, but every person is not blessed to have a view like the one we have. When we were kids, mom and dad took us to Hanging garden and Priyadarshini park, these places have an amazing view and our childhood just got over wondering with awe and playing on the shores of Chowpatty. Sipping some warm coconut water in the afternoon was a norm for us. We've also seen young and old seamen that come here for fishing. The marine life of Mumbai is extremely lively, though I haven't seen any new species here. By the time school got over, I was promoted to college. Morning lectures are the best time to enjoy the beauty of this place. You grab a cup of coffee and stand on the balcony of the college. What more do you ask for? I never learned the a