gaytrivedibachega

Blazing afternoon and she wearing a blazing blue saree! A sweet smell of mogara she carried everywhere, her hands finding the touch of his body! He called her name “Sangita” just by smelling her mogara scent which she carried that day just like the day he met her for the first time. She slipping towards him and running her fingers over his eyes, nose and lips!  He brushing his fingers through her hair and  asking her “What makes you so beautiful today?” and she never fails to blush to these words with her sweet curve of her lips. He touches her as if he touches something that can never be touched and kisses her cheeks like a soul kisses a soul. With tears in her eyes she hugs him tight! Holding him as if the moment can be named ‘Forever’
…..and that’s where I held those moments in my eyes making my lips still and eyes wet! Something which was beyond love. He was blind folded and so was she. Blind folded till death yet illuminating eachother’s life by just existing! They took birth with no sight. They can’t even imagine colours, can they? Then how must’ve he imagined her beauty! The love having no colours yet so colourful! That’s when a soul loves a soul, and a soul never forgets that.

// And in that moment i lived infinity

~Gaytri Santosh.

Mumbai, Bombay just words, ‘Amchi Mumbai’ all what has our hearts, was nothing but was an archipelago of seven islands which were merged until 1845 to form a single piece of land. Mumbai was actually named after the kuldevait, can we see say ‘cooldevait’ though; ‘Mumbadevi’ the Goddess worshipped by Koli Community living offshore parallel to the beautiful Arabian Sea waters.

One evening while walking through the vast crowds of CSMT, crowds struggling their heartbeats towards the station, you’ll know what a bizzare thing is Mumbai. Something different. Something beautiful. Life and Routine waiting for no one. Going on and on grinding and never coming to a still whether to be cosy mornings, sweaty afternoons, breezy evenings or deep colour midnights and over. Walking in the crowd, you just wakeup to a beautiful world it looks like. A world, where you see hundreds of faces having hundreds of perspectives towards life. Some are living their best days and not even noticing them, some going through the tough ones bearing and hardly noticing them too.

Wakeup. Local Train. Work. Sleep. Repeat.

I would rather skip the Eating part, cuz you’ll see people cramming some of the little stuff like vadapav and fulfilling their temporary hunger. Each person returning to different environment of their house after being tiresome from work. Some will be welcomed with love and warm food. Some with nuisance, but however the city lights keeps them going. There is something right in those lights. Something huge and something like a mirage of happiness. Making you feel happy yet not satisfied from the inner side. Living a life, earning yet not remembering that we earn money for ourselves and our family; spending time with them is our motive. Time is been made for us, not us for time. You’ll find here everything you want, except the satisfaction of working and earning enough.  

 But at the end of the day, when you lay there at Marine Lines, be it alone or with your loved ones; filling the eyes with colour splash of sunset, that’s where you find satisfaction. A remeberance that you’re alive and you’re breathing and you do feel emotions. It’s not always sucking up your tears in the Mumbai Locals and going to work as if nothing happened. It’s sometimes all about having your closed ones and these beautiful Mumbai evenings taking back to your solace.

“….क्योंकि  शाम हो मरीन ड्राइव वाली और संग हो मोहब्बत झुमके वाली…!! 🌻♥️

~A Mumbaikar before Gaytri

It has always fascinated me when it comes to salty waters and grainy sands, no matter how many times I’ve been to beaches. As I sit by these waters, something stupendous goes through my little mind which I try to hold in my palms air tight but I fail to. Now, I amble towards the babbling waves and make a light stand yet don’t fail to put my footprints. 

The untouched touch~ Isn’t it amazing to think that if two people way far from eachother, million feelings rushing through their heart, craving to meet eachother and the stars don’t make it right for them. But then they go and meet the sea. She somewhere in the west watching sunset and letting the waves kiss her feet. Him, dipping his feet in the waters far far away, miles away. These salty waters truly blessed to kiss their feet and being a string of their touch. Far far away, yet connecting their feet. Far far away, yet connecting their hearts. Far far away, yet connecting their souls.

~Gaytri Santosh