Seduction - Act II Scene ii

...And the type writer was bare and broken!

After that ?

I could see him, looking at her, from the corner of the stretched room with a view : 

"Loneliness is often so tidy and neatly arranged in a relationship that any other sound of foot steps, seems like a giant bear eating the swimming salmons, trying to escape ..."

Bombay Meri Jaan

Bombay you will be told that the only Indian word as a city is understood in the West. Other Indian metropolises like Calcutta, Madras and Delhi are like oversized villages.

It is true that Bombay has many more high-rise buildings than any other Indian city: when you approach it by the sea it looks like a miniature New York.

It has other things to justify its city status: it is congested, it has traffic jams at all hours of the day, it is highly polluted and many parts of it stink.

But mostly what makes Bombay stand apart is its huge swarms of yellows bellying horns and invocating the aroma of the Arabian Tales...

White Desert Story - The Widows

"No man at all can be living forever, and we must be satisfied" - Maurya, Riders To The Sea.

Dhobi Ghat - Sunflowers.

I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life that the sunflower. For me that's because of the reason behind its name.Not because it looks like the sun but because it follows the sun.

During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky and help the metaphorphosis coming true.

A metamorphosis of a young washerman becoming a Sunflower! 

Dhobi Ghat - The Wandering Souls

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing 
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.” 
                            ― Jalaluddin Rumi

Dhobi Ghat - The Wandering Souls

"What are you seeing? Are you able to see our wandering selves out there in the cold blue water, floating like pieces of meteors, within the canvas of our universe? Yes our Universe! 

That Universe where you have left us all alone, cold and frozen, unattended and soiled. And like an unknown sapling we wake up to find us floating. Floating deep, between the chambers of births and deaths. We could feel ourselves half asleep. We could hear the sounds of another world, hidden between the crevices of darkness and light. 

Under the faint light of awakening, could hear you reading out from the Book of Hades. Were you reading or chanting? Chanting a Hymn to awaken the spirit of the Underworld? The whiteness of our living was unsure until we are here. Here, where we are exiled. 

Peculiarly couldn't ask, whether this exile was meant to die or to wake up after we were dead! 


Now, as we are lying without a body, we are no more entwined to the destiny of lives you have gifted us once. Our Souls spread over the planet and leave no mountain unclimbed, no valley undiscovered, no sea unsailed, ventured even into an inner sanctum.

Maybe a Sanctuary! 

Our Souls mingle and leave no relationship unattempted, no emotion unfelt, no pleasure and pain unexplored. Our Souls plunge into their minds and leave no tale untold, no image unpainted, no melody unheard.

For the first time in our entire dissipated and borrowed life, our Souls transcend their fantasies and leave no idea unthought, no natural law undescribed, no wisdom undefined. 
And even pass over the thinkeable and witness ineffable realms of other worlds and their inhabitants. 

Curiously, without any idea of what we are, we have become the embodiment of the purpose of existence.” 

Dhobi Ghat - Rhyme & Rhythms

The thing about Bombay or Mumbai is you go five yards and all of human existence is revealed. It's an incredible cavalcade of life, and I love that.

I love that scent of buzzing human movements and it so much reminds me of the Bees. I can fairly imagine Bombay as The Queen and us acting like bees tending the time as a beehive. We are all moving and at times this movement becomes the metaphor of Stillness.

And maybe if you're staying in Bombay you would have observed that how the city has beautifully carved herself into frames. Frames of life! A life full of renewed life force extinguishing every night and springing up yet again each morning.

Such display of continuous deaths and births are rarely seen in any cities I have ever lived in. Maybe Newyork is such I am being told. But I am sure the waves and textures of human colours are unmatched and unique from everywhere.

And the most remarkable part is the huge mellowed heart of the city.She places the grotesque and the ugly next to the refined and subtle and yet it creates a Rhythm. Her indomitable spirit and desire to exist supercedes every lil' imperfections she carries.