You look down, you see it touching your feet.
You look up, you see the never ending distance.
You feel the wind, pushing you away.
You hear the sound, calling you its way.
The surface looks so calm.
Never do we think, what lies beneath.
Never stops moving.
But is always still.
This is my second trip to Mumbai. A long one. And it's turning out to be really good. But, something is missing. Sometimes, the most beautiful thing also seems incomplete. Needless to say what it is. Every-time I see the Sea, I remember my first trip to this city. I miss her being around me.
You look up, you see the never ending distance.
You feel the wind, pushing you away.
You hear the sound, calling you its way.
The surface looks so calm.
Never do we think, what lies beneath.
Never stops moving.
But is always still.
This is my second trip to Mumbai. A long one. And it's turning out to be really good. But, something is missing. Sometimes, the most beautiful thing also seems incomplete. Needless to say what it is. Every-time I see the Sea, I remember my first trip to this city. I miss her being around me.
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