I had sand in hand

I wish, many many years back when the city of Bombay was beginning to grow over me, I had cellphone. 

On my way to Nariman Point, I used to walk past the rope at Churchgate station, which used to be held by the cops to regulate thousands of commuters alighting from the locals and crossing over to Asiatic side. I wish I had cellphone then and I could click a selfie.

I used to love watching people especially young girls struggling with inverted umbrellas during rains at the junction of Marine Drive. I wish I could click video with my cellphone, of the waves splashing the pavement … and of the romance scripted on the benches, of the train of double decker Best buses on round trips from Churchgate to Nariman Point and Cuffe Parade. 

I wish I could capture the serene and beautifully architected empty streets of Ballard Pier on Sunday morning while going to Launch station for boarding offshore vessel. The streets which used to transform into noisy crowded lanes on weekdays. I wish we had ubiquitous cellphone those days.

Things changed too fast and I had sand in hand.