Have been there in the morning, watching sunlight bleach the lazy streets and glint off multi-colored gypsy necklaces.
Have been there in sweltering afternoons,walking on paths cloaked with pink and yellow flowers.
Have been there during dusk when the sky shimmers, purple and flimsy, before a stronger night takes over.
Have been there at night, when the harbour gets lit with candy-like gemstones.
Have been there at dawn, when that area is getting doled out the most perfect part of tomorrow.
How do people breathe in Colaba? When every moment could take their breath away?