“And I weep, with the false hope of Partition and my hands in my pocket.”
Marine Drive. The Necklace. Mumbai's most endearing breath out. I've watched these waters from a Walkeswar balcony to a Cuffe Parade food stall. There's no class, no caste, no ambition in salt water. Just the continuous ripples of uncontrollable nature, shouldered by a curve of Mumbai's richest to poorest.