An evening at Juhu Beach

An evening at Juhu beach.

The sand castles built with laughter, the joy carried across the breeze, the kulfi vendor’s sharp call, and the chanawala’s basket kept warm by the singular coal, the footballs tossed around from boys to dogs, and the waves lapping upto the shore carrying the rhythm of years and the little dreams of childhood where warm memories and love meant an outing at the beach with colourful spades and shovels and trying to fill the sea in a tiny plastic bucket and listening to it murmur in a seashell.

Yes, all that is reassuringly the same. Only now, more planes seem to be flying across the skies than birds…



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