Drizzled bylanes of Bandra

Mid night drizzle.

Walking alone in the bylanes of Bandra.

A pretty street. Ice cream in hand.

Friendly smiles.

I’m content,

absorbing the moment…

Relishing flavours of the season - a time that will pass.

And the wind plays my favourite tune -

“I see skies of blue… clouds of white

Brights blessed days…dark sacred nights

And I think to myself what a wonderful world…”