Walking through Colaba, in the shadow of the Gateway of India, I realize how much I love the sea. How deeply the sea is part of me. Something shifts in my gait, my bearing, when I smell the salt air, when the humidity sinks under my skin and explodes my curls. I become softened, sensual. The warm breeze from the Arabian Sea in the early evening and the play of lights on the harbour are visceral experiences for me.
And I realize that my favorite cities in the world are port cities: Tel Aviv, Barcelona, New York, Bombay. There is magic in the combination of urban environments ripe with sea salt. The kind of magic which makes one want to jump ship and swim ashore.
In port cities, the energy is electric and palpable. Alive. One can swear like a sailor, dress like a bombshell, eat fried fish in the sand, and be surrounded by art at every step.
And people. People everywhere.
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