A glorious sunset at Marine Drive, on the way back from the British Library.
This guy was sitting there, silhouetted against the sky and the Drive itself, looking at this bird gliding past. I don't know if he wanted to be that bird, but I did think he was staring at it mighty wistfully, pensively... wishfully perhaps?
This one I'd like to be a little corny and call it "Strangers in the Sunset." Neither one has the faintest awareness of the other. Incredible, isn't it?
Bombay's beautiful, no?