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Why Bombay's home? - #TheArabianSea

For the last few years, I’ve developed this strange thing about talking to the sea. Ever since I came back to Bombay in 2016, the sea has been a significant part of my life and sense of strength. It’s natural that this mostly quiet Arabian sea is so deep that it is able to dissolve all your emotions. You just sit by its side and let yourself be. It’s cool evening breeze will dry your sweat and bring you such a sense of relief that you’d almost miss your mother.

Marine Drive, Mumbai

I remember a Friday evening back in 2017 when I’d had absolutely nothing to do and no one to be with. So, I cabbed myself off to the Worli Sea Face for a run. As I ran, I felt sorry for myself. I had no social life and no one to talk to. That’s when I found some solace talking to the sea and asking it to somehow become magical and grant me normalcy in life. Of companionship, friends and love.

I often went back to the sea for a run, mostly in the evenings but some rare times, in the mornings too. I always made it a point to spend some time with the sea whenever I went. I never just ran. I also sat around to hang out with the sea. Request it for things that were outside of my control. Tell it, those stories, which I hold deeply within my heart. Tell the sea, some secrets too. Or laugh to it. Or cry to it. It was so amazing and so easy to express myself to the sea. I didn’t even have to talk. I just had to sit around looking at it as it’s deep black depth would extract my thoughts and drown them away. It was as if it received me with as much belief as I did while giving myself to it. And it spoke back to me by manifesting my life. As things began to happen in life, I quietly believed the sea had indeed spoken to me.