Bombay. January of 2016, half past five in the evening. You are in a taxi, passing along Marine Drive. The afterglow of sun packs itself for later. That way it might last longer. Amblers and wayfarers gather at the sea. The city faintly buzzes in the horizon, a loud arc of traffic extends behind you. A sleepless skyline stapled with the sun and a metropolis. You are not sure yet if you talk, watch, rush, or savour the ocean’s quiet. A multitude of stories that throb like unknown hearts. An indifferent sea as witness. It’s a mixture of a thousand things. Maybe it’s the crashing waves, maybe it’s the calm.
[Photographs from a moving taxi. A tribute to sunlight that let the silhouettes form. This montage catches glimpses from a Black and White dream.]