Top 5 Mumbai Street Food Hotspots

The unspoken rule of thumb, that every Mumbaikar knows, is that the best food is out on the streets, not in posh, fancy restaurants. Even Mumbai’s millionaires step out on to the street for some finger lickin’ goodness. Below we list some of the known and some of the lesser known street food hotspots in Mumbai.

  • Sardar Pav Bhaji – A quintessentially “Mumbai” delicacy, this dish is a spicy, semi smooth mixture of vegetables served with a special bread called Pav. At Sardar, there is one extra ingredient – Butter. Although you feel the cholesterol level in your body rising, this dish will blow your mind. There are many variations of this dish right from cheese to Chinese pav Bhaji. The best part about Sardar is that is specializes in and serves only one dish – Pav Bhaji.


Location: Tardeo Road Junction, Opp. Bus Depot, Tardeo

Cost: Approximately Rs. 200 for two

  • Olympia Kheema Pav – Served once again with pav, this dish comprises a flavourful, mildly spicy, minced meat curry. Although this dish is served throughout the day, it is most popularly eaten for breakfast. A muslim joint, with an old world charm, this eatery is buzzing with activity in the morning. More often than not, the kheema pav runs out before 10 a.m. so make sure to get there early.

Location: Rahim Mansion 1, SB Road, Colaba

Cost: Approximately Rs. 500 for two

  • Narayan Dosa – A dosa is essentially an Indian pancake often served with coconut chutney. Although this dish is originally South Indian, the migrant South Indian community have given these pancakes a Mumbai twist and serve it in variations that you will not find even in Southern India. The variations to this dish are numerous but one of the most popular is the Mysore masala dosa which one can have with or without cheese. Narayan is a small hole in the wall, literally. There are waiters wandering around with menus, waiting on people who come to eat here in their cars.


Location: Parmand Building, French Bridge, Opera House, Grant Road

Cost: Approximately Rs. 350 for two

  • Tibb’s Frankie – Although the name suggests a 1980’s computer game or a woman, this is a dish that actually originated in Mumbai. A Frankie is a wrap made from a deep fried, flattened bread called a roti and can have various fillings. The dish has a tangy, spicy flavour and is filled with chopped onions. The most popular fillings are potato or paneer for vegetarians and chicken, egg or mutton for non-vegetarians.

Location: There are many Tibb’s outlets in the city

Cost: Approximately Rs. 300 for two

  • Aaram Vada Pav – Mashed potatoes mixed with coriander and green chillies, dipped in a batter and deep fried until golden brown, served in between the omnipresent pav with a generous layer of red garlic chilli chutney that has just the slightest hint of coconut. And all this preparation, in front of your eyes! Much like a Maharashtrian burger, its something that you just cannot leave Mumbai without tasting. Every Mumbaikar has his/her own favourite, but Aaram Vada Pav comes up more often than not in the list of favourites.


Location: Capitol Cinema Building, Opposite Station, Mumbai CST Area

Cost: Approximately Rs. 250 for two

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The Millionaire’s guide to Mumbai City

So, just how big is Dharavi? Are there really slums all over the city? These questions and more are what I constantly face as a Mumbaikar. Tourists and even my many international friends often believe that this is all the city has to offer. However, as a resident of South Mumbai (the equivalent of New York’s Upper East Side), I know that this is far from the truth. This city of dreams that is known for the second largest slum in Asia is also home to the world’s most expensive private residence, Antilia. The presence of many millionaires in Mumbai, has resulted in a parallel world of ultra-luxury in the form of indulgent eateries, lavish bars and extravagant activities.  Below I explore some of Mumbai’s finest.

Gastronomic Gems:

Michelin star restaurants – Hakkasan and Yautcha, have made their way from London to Mumbai’s trendy suburb, Bandra, where throngs of young, affluent connoisseurs make their way for some fantastic Chinese food. The love for Oriental food in Mumbai is clearly evident from its many Chinese, Thai and Japanese restaurants, but that’s not all there is.

At an average of Rs. 5,000 for two, a meal at Masala Library is an absolute delight and a truly unique experience. The restaurant specializes in giving Indian food a quirky and palatable twist, both in presentation and flavour and provides a food experience like no other.

Indigo, on the other hand, serves a sumptuous European menu and is located in a quiet by lane of the ever bustling Colaba causeway. Here you will find the quintessential lovebirds enjoying the understated romance of the restaurant.


If you love the ocean, then hiring your own personal yatch for a sunset cruise on the magnificent Mumbai Bay, is like a dream come true. Away from the noise and hullabaloo of the overflowing city, the sea provides a happy respite.

For a more all-encompassing view, chartering your own helicopter is a fantastic idea. A helicopter ride over the city boasts of some spectacular views. Both of these activities can be arranged for by a young company called Accretion Aviation that caters only to a special elite audience within the city.

Mumbai’s fast paced life calls for a rampant culture of spa visiting. Rewa Escape, a gorgeous little gem, right off Breach Candy, transports you into another world, with a scenic view of the sea and some fantastic therapies. The view from this Spa is one of South Mumbai’s best kept secrets and is an absolute must visit.


Unlike the other metros in the country, Mumbai is known for its high safety standards and enigmatic nightlife. The workaholic culture is complimented with a vibrant social scene after working hours.

Li Bai, a plush, high end bar, is located in the Palladium hotel. Asian inspired cocktails, well dressed attendees and pulsating live music are what define this stunning lounge.

Four Seasons’ rooftop Bar, aptly named Aer, offers phenomenal views of the city, great music and a bustling, energetic vibe.

Finally on our list, Gadda Da Vida in the Novotel  Juhu, is one of the few spots in the city right by the beach. This is undoubtedly the best place for some sunset drinking and a relaxing evening with friends in the city.

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What to do in Mumbai on a lazy Sunday

Its a Sunday.


And whilst many of my friends are out there trotting the globe or leading their very exciting lives, I am at home in my glasses, Sunday pants and an “I don’t care how I look” hairdo surfing Facebook, feeling sorry for myself. Finally, after many hours of self pity and a few “leg fell asleep” moments, I have realized how silly I am being and decided to take control of my life. This basically means, I will write a blog post about fun and exciting things to do in Mumbai on a small budget (read: can’t afford a real vacation) rather than getting up and actually doing them. I surfed the net for many ideas and “inspiration” but alas, I think I am destined to write this one all by myself. So without further ado, I present to you, my list of  what I like to call, “broke people’s cheap thrills”.. yes… you can quote me on that. And I promise I have tried many of them myself… I swear……pinky swear.

1) Go for a free art exhibit in the Kala Ghoda area. Take a friend who is as clueless about art as you and you will have a blast trying to figure out what each painting “represents”. Modern Art exhibits are the best. Jehangir Art Gallery or the National Gallery of Modern Art are quite fun.

2) If art isn’t really your thing, head over to Sassoon Docks and the Ballard Estate area for a leisurely stroll. The place is eerily empty, especially on a Sunday and is a refreshing change from the otherwise over crowded city

3) Try actually exploring your city, seriously, its fun. Visit one of the forts in Mumbai, choose from Worli, Bandra, Bassein or Sion (Bassein is not the same as Sion, its in Vasai. Yes, you heard that right Townie Lemur… its all the way in Vasai and you will probably have to take the train). The actual Fort area, is quite disappointing, if you are expecting a fortress.

4) If you are one of those rare, over enthu, species that actually wants to spend their Sunday hiking (*fake gasp*), then my favourite is Matheran. (ya I am really not much of a hiker). Even if you don’t really care much for hiking, the walk up to the hill station offers some spectacular views and makes for a great, affordable day trip. You can take the central line from VT (or the nearest central line station) and board a train headed for Karjat. Get off at Neral (not Nerul), eat a Vada Pav outside the station, share a cab to Dasturi (every 5-10 mins there are cabs going up) and walk from Dasturi to Matheran (Its about 25 to 30 minutes). You can eat lunch (Read: beware of crazy monkeys), take a couple of selfies for your Facebook page, where you pretend your life is fabulous, and take the train back in the evening. I have once done the entire trip in less than Rs. 500 including lunch, so its pretty affordable.

5) Are you actually reading this post in the middle of the afternoon and are still in your pyjamas. Matheran is obviously not an option for you, my friend. But if you still want to go on a picturesque walk, head on over to Malabar Hill. Right opposite the water pump, after Kamla Nehru Park and at the edge of the road that joins Malabar hill and Kemps Corner, there are these stairs heading downward. This road is pretty awesome, with ample greenery, no people and lots of peace and quiet. A word of caution though, at one point the road forks out onto the right. I have been advised to not use that road alone as it ventures out into thick forest (yes I am still in South Mumbai) and apparently a few troublemakers call that forestry their home. So if you are a lone wolf, continue on the left hand side concrete staircase and lo and behold, find yourself in Babulnath!

6) You can combine the previous walk with a visit to Kamla Nehru Park. The viewing point up there makes for some of the finest views of the Chowpatty and Marine Drive areas, especially at dusk when the lights come on. It would probably make for a great proposal spot. Although the hordes of over eager tourists, pushing and shoving to get a bit of the view on a Sunday, might be a bit of a romance kill.

7) If you are too lazy to do any of these things, find a great bar/restaurant that has Happy Hours on a Sunday afternoon. This is a very affordable drinking time and with most bars being almost empty at this hour, your friends and you can be as loud as you want. There is also something thrilling about drinking in the middle of the day, plus they do say that more alcohol is the best cure for a hangover.

8) Head on over to Borivali National Park and visit the beautiful Kanheri Caves (I haven’t been there but the pictures look nice). They say there is wildlife there as well. Maybe you will get to see a deer or something. If you do see one, please let me know.

9) Go on a boat ride to Mandwa.  Its fun and takes only 45 minutes to reach there. If you can actually do it, then an early morning boat ride is the best. The views of the Gateway of India in the morning are absolutely spectacular…and also,  make for great selfies. More importantly, its super affordable.

10) Actually try and read the paper, Mumbai Boss or Times City once in a while. They have some fantastic options for things to do in the city. There is always some festival, play, science exhibit, workshop, walk or other exciting thing to do in there that you haven’t done before and often you can find really cheap or free activities.

11) If you are more in a “stay home in pyjamas”  kind of mood, then maybe you could try creating your own Sunday cocktail. I tried three recently (I know, I have a problem, so what?) Here is a cool summer recipe.

– If vodka is your thing, take a large watermelon, cut off  a small portion of the top, use a spoon to mash all the fruit inside the small opening, add some crushed ice, vodka, lemon and mint leaves, top it with a little soda or sprite, put in a straw and slurrppp. Instant Goa wali feeling

12) I heard the aquarium has re – opened in a new Avatar…. so……. if you try it, let me know

13) Take up a cool DIY project. Upcycle your old clothes into funky usable things or maybe give them a new look for dinner later that evening. The World Wide Web is at your disposal with millions of fantastic ideas.

14) Call all your friends over for a board game party. You can give regular games funky twists or even make it a drinking game. (Yes, as you must have guessed, alcohol is a large part of my Sundays)

15) Finally, sit back and plan a fake vacation on Google for a time when you can actually afford it. If all fails, atleast you will have some fantastic hopes and dreams. Believe me its a real fun activity, plus nothing beats an actual vacation, so taking out time to plan a trip will  bring you closer to actually going on it.

And if you are tooooooooooooo lazy to do any of this, just write a blog post like me.

Musafir,  Over and out!

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The glass half full

Dear Glass half empty,

Today, I stood on a busy, crowded train platform in Mumbai as people all around me shoved and scurried with the sole purpose of getting to work on time. Seemingly, standing on a train platform is a heinous crime or atleast that is what one could derive from the scalding looks that passers by gave me. However, I ignored the searing glances, the angry nudges, even the ‘difficult to tune out’ morning noises that are associated with a Mumbai local railway station, as I watched a little boy and a little girl. Two little street urchins, clumsy, dirty and the source of a acrid stench that violated my nostrils. The little boy couldn’t have possible been older than eight and the girl with him seemed more like five, then again they had a petite frame that could have easily misled my judgement. The children were clearly unkempt, with rough, scruffy, black hair that looked like it hadn’t been combed for days and tattered clothes that had turned a filthy brown along with their skin, on account of the city dirt that they had been playing in. Despite this there was a childlike twinkle in the girl’s eyes. It was almost as though her eyes were smiling.

The little boy protectively grabbed her hand and ran towards a train that was just leaving the station. He tried to make the second class compartment in time before the train caught speed and he would not be able to get on it anymore. But the little girl, on her tiny legs could only run this fast. Visibly distressed, he watched, as the train sped away to a distant suburb without him and his young companion. He turned towards the girl with an accusatory glance, clicking his tongue in disappointment. She looked at him with her childlike eyes, gave him an innocent smile and soon enough they both burst out laughing. They bounded off happily to the nearest available bench to wait for the next train, the boys disappointment at having missed the train, already a distant memory.

I wondered if it was truly that easy to change your mood, if it was really that simple to let go of little things that usually plague our minds every day. Was life really that uncomplicated? My mind wandered to my childhood days when a simple chocolate could elevate my mood. When the world was free of unpleasantness, when everyone could be trusted, when friends were friends for life and when you could love unconditionally and completely. I thought about how as I grew up I started mistrusting people, realizing everyday that there is more and more evil, looking at the negative sides of close friends. I realized as I grew up that there was a trade off for everything, love was not so easy to find, work was not how I had imagined and my family was not perfect. But today I considered whether it was the world that had changed or my view of it? Was it only that I had been protected as a child, oblivious to the wickedness all around, or did I choose to look at those things differently now? Perhaps it was me after all; perhaps it is how we choose to see it. We are all handed a kaleidoscope, it is our decision whether to look at the world in a dark, morose design or a vibrant, energetic pattern. Maybe we do have problems that seem larger than our share, but who doesn’t? Those little kids probably have a family to feed and have to shoulder responsibilities at an earlier age than we ever did.

All I can say is you can choose to see the ugliness of a caterpillar or the promise of a stunning butterfly. All I can say is life is beautiful; if only we choose to see it!

Yours Sincerely,

Glass half full.

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A Whiff of Adrenalin

I felt like a puppeteer, with the strings of the world attached to my fingers. I felt powerful, intoxicated with adrenalin. The clouds were my tiara and the world below – a mere board game, or so it seemed. I watched in quiet wonder as we flew over the vast grasslands beneath. The fresh whiff of morning air, the fiery red sunrise over the distant horizon, the lushness of the green forests below and the chilly breeze, that was a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun, awakened me in a better way than any cup of coffee ever had.

I looked over the safety railing of the basket, as a little girl beside me squealed with delight at the sight of atleast ten little kangaroos jumping across the grasslands. They looked like the little animals from my farmland game when I was five. But this, this was real, they were alive and I could almost feel their energy as I saw it reverberate through their limbs while they bounced away into the distance.  The animals below and the birds around us were unperturbed by our presence, almost as if they didn’t care anymore, didn’t care for this constant invasion of their natural habitat, didn’t care for the thousands of inquisitive, nosy tourists that gaped at them whilst they went about their business. If this was a comic strip, I could almost see the conversation between the animals through a series of vivid thought bubbles, mocking us silly humans, who could be driven into a camera clicking frenzy at the most inconsequential of movements.

Our red and yellow hot air balloon sailed across the sky without any clue as to where we would land or when the course of the wind would change. The basket, with a capacity of almost fourteen people swayed slightly with every sharp gust of wind and was almost completely silent – partly because of the early hour and partly because people were too preoccupied with the view. The only sound to break this silence was the rhythmic, unwelcome, boisterous sound of the conductor releasing more hot air into the mouth of the balloon to keep it going.

Forty five minutes, miles of scenic air travel and the better part of the morning later, we finally began our gradual descent aiming for the clearing in the distance. As we drew closer to the ground, we gained speed and finally we hit ground. The basket swayed dangerously, threatening to topple over if we moved too much. Once we got off, we were directed towards a bus that would whisk us away back to base camp where a hearty breakfast awaited us. I took a moment to look up towards the sky where hundreds of balloons, like the one we were in, dotted the sky. A multitude of colours against the light blue sky. They looked like a child’s toys, tiny, obscure, unimportant and yet picturesque beyond belief.

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The savannah and its beasts

The little one flapped his long, smooth, grey ears happily as he followed his watchful mother. We
stood right in the middle of their path as they moved slowly and heavily towards us. As the mother
skilfully changed her direction to avoid us, she glanced at us warily and moved her baby closer to her
with her strong, muscular trunk, in a protective manner that is a trademark of a mother, regardless
of the species.

The herd moved along slowly, leisurely as though the vast savannah was their garden and they
were out for an evening saunter. It was a sharp contrast to the kind of life a city girl like me was
used to. The experience was enthralling, almost frightening when one thought of the consequences
of agitating a single member of the herd. We stood there, on the seats of our jeep with our heads
meekly poking out of the sunroof to catch a glimpse of the majestic African elephant. It was nothing
like we had ever imagined. Instead of the occasional sighting of a lone elephant far off in the
distance as had been described by tourists on the tour before us, we were surrounded on all four
sides by these regal animals, with the closest rescue jeep miles away.

As we turned towards our experienced guide with a look of deepening concern, he sensed our
discomfort and explained in accented English that we had nothing to fear if the animals moved in a
herd, if the elephants moved by themselves however, they had clearly been disowned by the herd
and were more likely to create trouble (Read: trample us to death).

The raw, animalistic scent of the elephants combined with the crisp fragrance of dry grass filled our
nostrils. Little clumps of wildflowers added a burst of colour to the otherwise mundane, dull brown
jungle grass. It was as though all our senses were on high alert, almost in anticipation of an attack.

We felt tiny, almost like the people of Lilliput from Gulliver’s Travels, as the gigantic, beautiful
creatures passed us blithely. Each movement sent a ripple through their muscular, gargantuan, grey
leg and we watched in awe and wonder as seconds turned to minutes. It took over half an hour for
the entire herd to pass us, reminding us just how many elephants there had been.

Reluctantly, we left the little clearing and revved at full speed towards our hotel, eager to get back
before nightfall. I stood up once again, with half my body in the jeep and the other half poking
through the sun roof watching the forest extend as far as my eyes could see. The wind whipped my
hair behind, engulfing my face as the savannah grasslands and all the animals it hid, whizzed past. I
sighed heavily in contentment, giving in to the turbulent wind and smiling to myself as I thought –
Ahh this is life!

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A tryst with my culture

I stood there transfixed, mesmerized by the bright, cheery yellow of his turban against the dull,
drabness of the brown gray wall. The haunting quality of his little band’s music reverberated
through the palace walls as though it had a life of its own. He stroked his long moustache at the
point where it curled up, with one hand before he resumed playing the sarangi with both. The little
boy in front of him had the same smooth dark skin and raw handsome features of the man in the
yellow turban – A true rajashthani man, tall, dark and handsome with masculinity that reverberated
through his entire being. I watched as the little boy thrusted his hip in isolated upward movements
– a trademark step of the traditional Ghoomar dance, as he smiled the smile of an innocent child.
Another, slightly older man, had a face that seemed to have been much the envy of other men
in his prime, but which had now been crisscrossed so much with several rugged lines of age that
it now resembled the same harsh terrain that these men came from. The older man, wore an
orange turban brighter than the sun and looked eager to please us with his skilful mastery of the
rawanhattha, in the hope that he could lure us into loosening our purses.

I waited for the rest of my laid back friends to join me in this particular little passageway of the
many that zigzagged the great Jodhpur Palace and in the meantime focussed on absorbing as much
as I could of the stimulating folk music. I was captivated by every detail of that scene. The identical
white cotton dhotis and kurtas sported by all three men, the whiteness of which was enhanced by
the bright coloured turbans that adorned their heads. The simple golden loops on their ears that
would make men of any other culture look feminine. Their synchronized understanding with which
they executed their entertaining act. The sheer joy that performing seemed to bringing them. It
was then that I realized how difficult it was to explain in words the intricacies of a culture and only
moments like these, when experienced, could give you a true, vivid insight into the complexities and
beauty of a way of living. A moment like this was so much more revealing than a traveller’s guide or
a random Google search on a culture. It was then that I realized that if anyone asked me to describe
my culture, I would ask them to live it, breathe it, experience it the way I had, to be able to truly
understand what it was. And as I allowed myself to smile with this thought, I delved into a dance
routine with the little boy who I would never meet again but whose memory would always remind
me of my profound culture.

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A less trodden path…

An unassuming archway marked the entry point into this local paradise. We followed the
meandering pathways towards a gushing sound. It was almost dramatic, the way the leafy canopy
engulfed those picturesque waterfalls. Just a while ago, my family, bored of the erstwhile historic
tourist locations, decided that we’d be better off travelling the less trodden path. This decision
paired with a determined father and a knowledgeable, experienced guide is what eventually brought
us to this refreshing haven.

I sidestepped various little streams as they poured into the waterfall. The sounds, the serenity,
the smell of nature itself! Soothed is the only way I can describe how I felt. I carefully tiptoed over
a makeshift bridge, which was basically a set of roughly placed large, smooth stones over a little
rivulet, but I got my feet wet anyway. Not that I minded much. The foliage around me created an
illusion of a tropical forest when I knew that I was only a short distance away from feeling the 35
degree, late afternoon heat beat down upon my head.

A rugged, wooden signboard, that created an impression of being on a jungle trail, directed us
towards a cave like structure. I couldn’t help but feel like Eliza Thornberry on an exciting adventure.
My family and I cautiously made our way down slippery flights of steps and wet, rocky pathways and
before we knew it we were behind the scenes. We found ourselves seeing the waterfalls inside out
as we stood in a little cave right behind the curtain of water. The gentle spray tingled my senses as it
brushed playfully against my skin. I could have stayed there forever had my menace of a brother not
dragged me away towards yet another flight of steps and yet another set of rocky pathways.

At the end of this tedious (it wasn’t that difficult, but hey I am a drama queen!) walk was a little
wooden walkway which marked the base of the falls. We watched the water as it merged into the
river below and gave rise to an angry, seething white blur of foam. It was like poetry!

We walked around a little more before finally giving ourselves the luxury of sitting in a small cafe by
the river. The cafe was precariously perched on a ledge right above the river allowing a tender spray
to caress our faces. I sipped my hot tea, cupping the trademark curvy, Turkish glass with my hands
for warmth. As the evening progressed and the air grew chilly, my mind wandered philosophically to
thoughts of the busy city lives that we lead and I found myself getting lost in William Davies lines’:

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

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serenity defined

As the soft wind playfully caressed strands of my hair, I thought to myself…. this is heaven. The
auburn sun cast a splendid, fiery red glow in the sky, as it sank lower and lower behind the line of
majestic cliffs in the distance. And the cliffs!! Their opulence and grandeur awed me, and they stood
there as if the whole world were at their command with rugged peaks that seemed to aim for the
clouds and a rocky foot that threatened to end anyone who dared challenge them. The waves lashed
out at the rocks with all their might, willing to break the resilience of the hills while the hills stood
patiently… enduring each outburst of anger… seemingly telling the world that those who endure,
rise beyond reach.

I sat there on a tiny, wooden bench…. soaking in as much as I possibly could of the early dusk
warmth. I cuddled in my thin jacket and dug my hands deeper into my pockets as the chilly wind
gnawed at my skin, teasing it and warning it of the night that was to come. The nerves in my body
tingled with sensation as I looked down at the beach from my hawk’s nest viewpoint. A grand
expanse of white sand which eventually gave way to shocking blue waters and brown cliffs in the
distance that spoke of the autumn to come. The colours of nature were one thing, it’s sounds – quite
another. Nothing is more comforting than the delicious sound of blue waves breaking on the shore
as birds chirp, declaring to the world that they are homeward bound.

The only thing that separated me and the beach was a long flight of wooden stairs winding like a
never ending snake down the steep slope of the cliff that I was on. As I looked down, feeling like
God, I saw a young, muscular man jogging, with his headphones plugged in, alongside his dog,
blissfully unaware of the magnitude of beauty all around him. My eyes followed him as far as they
could and soon enough, my eyes lost him to the endless stretch of sand that adorned the coast.
Conflicting feelings of calm and trepidation engulfed me as I soaked in the scene. The sheer drop of
the cliffs in the distance and the uncertainty of what was felt when one looked at the awe inspiring
expanse of sea, was beautifully contradicted by the comfort of the sunset warmth and sound of
waves lashing against the shore.

I was in a trance, consumed by the exquisite beauty around me. I felt as though my being was in
complete synergy with the world around me, as if there was nothing bad, nothing evil, nothing
dark, only this…. this moment…. frozen in time…. frozen in my memory for me to try and explain to
others later, but inexplicable nonetheless. Never have I experienced something so pure, felt so much
in tune with myself, so close to a higher self. And as I watched the last rays disappear behind the
farthest cliff, I stood up, gave the scene a last sweeping glance and walked away to never look back,
feeling at peace, feeling as though something had touched my soul.

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