It's a funky kind of mood. I ended the day early, went for a quick workout, and then met up with a friend. We rode to Bandstand.
The weather was luscious. Sitting by the sea in light that artists paint on canvasses in their loft studios and then gift to strangers who they'll never meet again....The night just quenched a thirst of the soul you didn't know one had.
Bandstand was lovely as usual. The promenade had sweet little flowers jangling like tinsel in the breeze. The sea rolled. I had a small cup of coffee - sweet and strong. Returned home to some simple chhole-chaawal H had prepared. It was simple and so, so tasty! The kind you get in langar.
Some days in Bandra pass like this - like a chant on a prayer bead.
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