They came by the sea. It helplessly allowed the stealth. But its wide expanse is still Mumbai’s quiet corner, where Mumbaikars find friends and lovers and the solace of waves in times of distrust. Shivani Naik in the Sunday Express:
It now seems a bewilderingly large chunk of time and emotion spent on figuring out something very trivial-men. But two years ago, three women sat on Marine Drive staring at the deep sea-waters, contemplating the virtues of shallowness. The sort of depthless behavior, that the trio thought, helped men lead jolly, uncomplicated lives. Not once looking at the other, they spoke at intervals defined by the approaching and receding waves.
So the sea listened, as the girls spoke of their respective brothers, who continued their juvenile fights. Of male-colleagues who became beer-buddies with some of the nastiest creatures they had just met. Of boyfriends, who made them look silly since they never seemed to know why a “Thank you” or “Sorry” was being said the next day (Boys, of course, never said it themselves). Of that best friend, who alternated – without warning – between brooding and chatty, depending upon Liverpool FC’s fortunes in distant EPL, but had moved on to a gossip tidbit about some actress by the time you’d framed a rational sympathetic response to Liverpool’s latest tragedy.
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