Every time I endeavor to write about India, a little worry settles in and I ruminate on whether I will succeed in doing justice to the splendors of this continent. But, as I weave my words with my emotions, I find poise in my mind and I walk down the lane of memories to collect fragmented moments left behind; just like an attentive child collecting seashells at the beach and marveling at their colors.
I found a soothing escape on the 17th of March 2015, at Versova Beach in Mumbai. The energy springing from the setting of the sun rejuvenated my being. I love the little things in life – the hue of the sunset, the shimmering stars, the colors of the sunrise, the cherished road trips, the first love letter, the evening coffee, the silence of the mountains and much more.
Versova beach is a beach of contrasts. Though the slum has invaded the beach, the breathtaking vistas of the sunset is to die for. I walked across the beach, befriended the locals and photographed the sun as it dived into the ocean.
I closed my eyes, traveled deep into myself and allowed a feeling of gratitude to settle in my being.