It is fun
to explore your own city with the eyes of a tourist! Last Sunday, hubby and I went to Marve beach in Bombay. Since
our original plan for Aksa beach was abruptly dropped looking at mammoth crowd,
we drove down to Marve, barely a kilometer away with rumbling of an idea that required some semblance of shape and
form as we hadn’t been there before. I often follow my heart and wander at
different places while more sensible people
indulge in siesta! Such delightful wanderings are invariably
always rewarded by rare glimpse of life.
Exploring Marve beach was like visiting an unknown land where
courtesies are very much present but just packed differently. The engagement of
human interaction was warm, genuine and very comforting. This world was
completely different than ours yet in some beautiful way very much connected. Marve, mainly inhabited by fishermen
community, a world of gullies, by-lanes, fishing boats and an
exit point for commuters from Manori, coexists juxtaposing with swanky
surrounding just a few meters away across the road swirling into myriad
patterns of this effervescent city that exudes such aura of power and
wealth!
There
was beautiful energy throbbing in the air with the sky changing colours and
textures like stunning abstract paintings of a maestro and different hues of
life unfolding all around like a big, never ending scroll; children playing in
the sand making toys, their parents keeping watchful eyes and grabbing the rare
opportunity of some privacy with their partners, newlywed lovelorn couples,
families come for outing and enjoying home cooked meals, people enjoying ice
slush, corn on the cobs, chaat and other street food, a luxury for many of
them! The beach is not only a source of entertainment for less
privileged, hard working people from diverse communities, but a melting pot where
they share bidis, paans and
individual torments that connect them through struggle for survival!
Seeing magic
of marvel in the eyes of a child who has made a sand castle, a woman blushing
because her hubby has finally shown courage to hold her hand publicly; something she longs for but is denied back home due to social pressures, an
ecstatic child fascinated by the rainbow colours on the ice slush and enjoying
it to the hilt, an old couple enjoying Sunset feeling nostalgic, these are
truly rare sights that usually go unnoticed but are worth cherishing.The frenetic cadence of our life rarely allows us to see beyond our softly padded walls but we often find our truth in least expected spaces; in the least imagined ways. Visiting such places opens one’s eyes to the privileged life we take for granted. After all, life is more beautiful when we learn to value such small moments of simple, harmless joys that most of us living in big metropolis like Bombay have forgotten long, long back.
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