Chicken soup for the lost soul...

What is this life if full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare..

  by WH Davis

A whole day at home working on things i get my self tangled into and then  complain about having no time what - so - ever for any of the things i would love to actually get myself tangled into.
It was a  lazy sunday evening when my  family was debating bout the best way to spend it. We crossed out the local markets and malls.. I was just in no mood to get myself back into closed air-conditioned rooms (even though they literally spell heaven in summers)It just gets really suffocating sometimes. My mom practically had a huge list ready that she absolutely had to get .. but there was no way she could blackmail me into tagging along today so i decided to blackmail them into coming tagging along with me instead.
Now I am going to be 'leaving on a jet plane' in a few month's time and hence my parents are in a very easily blackmail-able stage. So we three musketeers me, mom and dad decided we need to get some fresh air flowing through our veins and headed out to Bandra Bandstand.
We were just about to park when a blue exotic car (Since i don't speak car i don't know the make or the company  and plus it din't have a name behind in case your thinking i am blind not to read it). I am totally sure it belonged to some highty flighty celeb as so many people thronged bout to get a look at who ever that was there in that blue mystery car. The car turned into a nearby building and well the people just being curious about who's following , never know who we mite see attitude were all staring right into my car and at the back seat where i was sitting extremely confused and wondering which celeb did i just missed seeing. So well the people saw me in all my messed up glorry ,got disappointed and finally made way for our ordinary car to pass and park somewhere on the side. I stepped out of the car and the wind just hits you. The air faintly smells of fish and wet sea rocks. I realize that because thats where most of the small fishing boats were parked and where there are fishing boats there ought to be fishes ..dead alive dried something atleast. So we jump over the barrier and almost pull my mom on the other side even though its just barely 2 feet tall.. the Road is filled with families, dogs and their owners, lovers, friends and loads of frolicking children. I thought 'All these people just knew how best to spend a perfect sunday evening ..with people they love' We walked along the cost filled with ragged rocks.. the tide was low but the sea still looked beautiful. The lovers and the adventurous mavricks had made their way right down to the rocks that touched the waves and sat there either locked in each others arms or challenging their friends to stand on this rock or jump from that one. 

Celebrity houses lined up on the other side of the road which my dad kept wondering aloud and guessing which one belonged to whom.
We finally found a nice spot with loads of wind and no extra snugly couples in our direct line of sight..(Watching that, with your parents watching you is so devastatingly embarrassing even though you aren't doin a thing..:Strange but true..)
The sun set at almost the same time as we settled down ..It kinda dissolved into mist that settles just above the surface of the see and far away at the horizon ..So it appears that the sun just vanished mid air befor it could actually touch the sea and be like extinguished..poof..but being summer there was enough light to see clearly all around..The lights started coming on at the far corners of the coast.. Roads lit up. Who said the sunsets in a busy city with blinding lights aren't as beautiful as seen from some precarious cliff or a point 5000ft high and surrounded by the jungle.. I saw one just as beautiful at half an hour drive from home..

We sat there dangling our feet above the rocks , our shoes kept safely behind us and feeling the cool wind run between our toes talking bout things that somehow don't seem to creep up in normal conversations at home. Dad talking bout nostalgic moments can be weired at times.. Well we sat that way till it got too dark to tell if our chappals were still in place and not stolen .. .and walked back to car.. Naturally we forgot how the place where we parked the car at looked like.. And plus being dark was all the more distracting.. Just as we thought it was towed away and would need a search mission we found it phew parked a few meters ahead of our wandering point...
That wasn't the end of our adventures though, We  couldn't even find the road that connects bandra to the highway.. i cant believe after living 20 years in the same city this would be possible.. but yeah so we ended up driving the longer route home .. and just as if preplanned our favorite Chinese place shows up.. and we decide to take a break and complete our journey with some chicken soup for the soul.. In our case for the lost souls.. Yummiest soup ever..

Footnote: Pic Taken at Bandra bandstand inspired by 'wake up Sid' and yes those are my dear feet.