I had sand in my hand

(Got it . Medium is a new blogging experience. I love simple things , this looks neat too. So . . . let me share a post from my personal blog to begin with . . .)

I wish, many many years back when the city of Bombay was beginning to grow over me, I had cellphone.

On my way to Nariman Point, I used to walk past the rope at Churchgate station , which used to be held by cops to regulate thousands of commuters alighting from the locals and crossing over to Asiatic side . I wish , I could click a selfie .

I used to love watching people struggling with inverted umbrellas during rains at the junction of Marine Drive. I wish I could click video with my cellphone, of the waves splashing the pavement … and of the romance scripted on the benches, of the train of double decker Best buses on round trips from Churchgate to Nariman Point and Cuffe Parade .

I wish I could capture the empty and serene beautifully architected streets of Ballard Pier, on a Sunday morning while going to Launch station for boarding offshore vessel. The streets, which used to transform into noisy crowded lanes on weekdays. I wish we had ubiquitous cellphone those days.

Things changed too fast and I had sand in hand.