The curvy roads of Shrivardhan descend us to the Aravi beach which is now a plain stretch of wet sand with roaring sea waters kissing and touching the beach tenderly. From the twists and turns of the coastal roads, at a distance, I can see the grey skies blend in with the horizons of the sea waters. The Sun can't be seen any closer, but the clouds now choose to dramatize the sky. The tides hit the shores at all its rocky edges with scattering water droplets on the fresh paddy fields.
In the farthest corners, I can spot cows and horses grazing over the hillocks which look like meadows from the top. While I cherish the panorama, the grey clouds hover by and it starts drizzling. The tiny droplets of water look like crystals on the green grass. I smile and take a deep breath. Because, somewhere here, I feel alive.
A few months back, and this day today, it is 9:34 pm; the 14th of October 2017′, the light drizzle of the much erratic October rains by the Mumbai skyline takes me back to those days when I touched life in its slightest beauty.