CAMP takes up most of our day, so Prerna and I go for walks in the nights around Bandra. We walk past quiet stretches of road where we navigate with cautious eyes past scurrying rats and up-down pavements; past clusters of young people around the curbs where eateries mushroom; to the beach where everyone sediments from the schizophrenic-ness of the city to quietly face one direction and let the sea absorb them.
The pictures make for a great postcard. Miss you Swin. I want to be in Bombay with you.
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