Bombay has few truly inclusive public spaces, and the nature of the sea is often not apparent to the everyday Mumbaikar, as the pace of life saturates the quotidian. Today evening, for a few minutes snatched from work, research and the creeping attention economy, i realised that life could potentially be paused from the perennial hustle. The fishy aroma, the boys playing cricket, soccer balls crisscrossing the sand on the beach. Ofcourse this stretch of the beach is away from the massy Juhu beach, behind a posh bookstore on Juhu Tara Road, where upmarket jogger’s made space with a cross section, hijabi girls reading novels, sari clad women in a group walking along the beach.
This city is fractal which is expected of a large global mega urban agglomeration. Deliciously varied and violent, the urban is a work in progress.
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