A weekend in Mumbai.
The cozy and flat fit of the bricks was a luxury and one of the few things in India that gave me a sense of home. Together, they made sense of a place that the normally disrupted roads cannot. Sitting pretty on top of the ordered road was a bicycle with fifteen rows of little white eggs balancing off of the backside: something I can relate to.
The church just down the road was comfortable in its surroundings. Modestly beautiful with a colorful and happy interior. Five rupees bought me a pink candle with which I walked across the street to light in devotion and prayer to Mary. There were enough candles to build my life right then and there (candles sculpted as houses, babies, sacred hearts), but they didn’t have a timeline or an instruction manual attached so I stuck to the DIY option.
Just beyond the church lay the Arabian Sea. The black rocks are a transition from the sea to the row of coffee shops across the street; sloppily smeared icing on hot cake. Impulsively, I considered running back to the church to buy a house-shaped candle. I want to live here.
At nighttime, the coastline shines with a gate of lights that keeps the magic of Mumbai tucked neatly inside its rickshaw-free borders. They call it the “Queen’s Necklace.” We saw some of the city from inside a carriage pulled by a white horse with pointy ears resembling the arches on the buildings. Weddings adorned every street with lights and bright fabrics. You don’t have to know the history of the buildings to know that it’s present. Mumbai: the most beautiful place that I have ever seen.
The cozy and flat fit of the bricks was a luxury and one of the few things in India that gave me a sense of home. Together, they made sense of a place that the normally disrupted roads cannot. Sitting pretty on top of the ordered road was a bicycle with fifteen rows of little white eggs balancing off of the backside: something I can relate to.
The church just down the road was comfortable in its surroundings. Modestly beautiful with a colorful and happy interior. Five rupees bought me a pink candle with which I walked across the street to light in devotion and prayer to Mary. There were enough candles to build my life right then and there (candles sculpted as houses, babies, sacred hearts), but they didn’t have a timeline or an instruction manual attached so I stuck to the DIY option.
Just beyond the church lay the Arabian Sea. The black rocks are a transition from the sea to the row of coffee shops across the street; sloppily smeared icing on hot cake. Impulsively, I considered running back to the church to buy a house-shaped candle. I want to live here.
At nighttime, the coastline shines with a gate of lights that keeps the magic of Mumbai tucked neatly inside its rickshaw-free borders. They call it the “Queen’s Necklace.” We saw some of the city from inside a carriage pulled by a white horse with pointy ears resembling the arches on the buildings. Weddings adorned every street with lights and bright fabrics. You don’t have to know the history of the buildings to know that it’s present. Mumbai: the most beautiful place that I have ever seen.
fruit and vegetable market in Pune
Republic Day celebration at the school across from the center, 26 January
oh hey there, elephant
Mumbai
Mt. Mary, Mumbai
Arabian Sea
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