All the leaves come crackling down around our cab. It’s like carving out a little dreamy spot for yourself amidst the harsh traffic lights and honking cars.

Somewhere caught between the sidewalk and cyclists in a frenzy, I imagined this to be as magical a moment as it gets in rush hour Bombay. I looked out and far ahead in the distance, I could see the sea. I tried to shut my eyes and smell the salt in the air. I couldn’t but given the general mood it lifted my spirits nevertheless. The road opened up for a bit and our cab shot across the street with new found enthusiasm.

With the wind finding its way in and whipping my hair into the mop, I looked over at you with your head thrown back and your eyes shut.

What a nice little ride it was.