Grey
Grains of sand…AndFlying dots in a dusty sky.Foam that retreats from the shore.Palms swishing like feather dusters…And amidst the grey.A grateful heart sings..Thankful for the giftof a brand new day. — Musings by Gwyn
Bombay (Mumbai 2)
For those who have read the earlier script I did on Bombay here is more…about the city that I love. For all the rest of you welcome to Bombay Churchgate.. It’s the name of the last or first station (depending on the direction you are traveling in) on what we call the Western railway line.
Bombay (Mumbai)
Much has been written about the city of dreams…and now ….my Bombay. Where does one begin …