Bombay - 25th, past mid-night - stopped the car on Marine Drive, only to find that the city is electric and has fantastic energy, and will never stop and wait or be contained

I could survive the torture of travelling, just if I could always find the unpolluted new and crisp fresh in every place I visit. And only sometimes its difficult to keep on moving. When rest seems distant, dangerous and futile. When being tired is just a part of the game. Its a rule. Its fair. Its necessary. Rules are half the game.

Chrismas gifts, still motionless streetlights, cars fly by and snatch seconds of attention and air, fascinate and free. Bombay offers insanity, contrast, youth and life.

Dont know why it was so fascinating - there is 1 second left for the lights to turn green. Maybe because I was waiting the first 59 seconds,counting each single one...makes the last one count

Marine Drive - Long long rows of lights winding blinding curving curling, causing rushes of tremendoues sensation and suspension.The blood stream of the city makes itself known and felt, and i fell inside its charm, supporting it, mixing in, blending, becoming its impulse, becoming its push, becoming its live electric lights bouncing off the windows of cars and falling dancing on the concrete of the road between the sidewalks. So hypnotized. So strangely in love. Stranglehold.

Sparks, Traces, Power, Proof

Spending time in such a timeless city
Watching its men move in countless directions
My eyes break and crash against a million unknown faces
Lost and aimlessly swaying in tides of human energy
Christmas flavoured Bombay evening
Feels just about right
:)