In the mood for some ringside entertainment, the passengers on-board the ferry from Mumbai to Mandwa would lob bits of Kurkure for their winged escorts. The seagulls would swoop down and grab them mid-air leaving kids and adults alike, wide eyed, their amazement compelling them to continue the exercise. For those riding the ferry for the first time, the entire experience endures for its novelty; a steady wind on the ascendant and the sound of the sea’s currents breaking against the hull of the boat, even as the ship’s frolicking side to side motion leaves one unbalanced and yet, yearning for the experience to last for long. In the air-conditioned lobby on-board the ferry, some wear a stern look on their face, bothered by the eyes peeking from the outside; others were just wary of their lingering sea-sickness while still others were biding time on their phones. Most though, were leaning against the railing, letting their hair loose, the wind kissing their face and eyes fixated on the rhythmic and cyclical movement of the waves.