Sleepless Without The Sea

I love waking up to the sound of the sea. It’s so peaceful and it drowns out all the other morning chaos, which in Bombay includes things such as stray dogs barking, construction work and the blaring horns of anything on wheels. I’m not hating on the city (in fact most people who know me well, know how defensive I get about Bombay) but the sea definitely helps calm you down when Bombay gets a little overwhelming and suffocating at times. Sometimes it helps to come home at the end of a long day and sit by the window, look at the sea, listen to the waves, sip on green tea and let the sea breeze carry away all the worries and drama. This is almost a daily ritual for me, so I’m not too sure about how to get through the next 12 months without this beautiful luxury.

Last peek at the sea from my window, before moving to the guest house.
Do you see why I'm making such a big deal about missing this?

The last two weeks have been an absolute mess because of the move from our homely apartment to the guest house. Repair work was much required since the waterproofing decided to give in the day Bombay rains violently graced us with their presence. I love the rain because it makes the city look so green and beautiful but it definitely loses substantial brownie points this time for partially flooding our apartment. It’s a good thing we managed to move out some of our stuff beforehand! I’m mostly glad that none of my leather got destroyed – it’s very likely that I would have cried myself to sleep for the rest of the year if I had to mourn the loss of my bags (my sweet, sweet Chanel) and shoes. Sadly some of the wooden furniture in the house did not share the same luck. So…due to the emergency move, the guest house currently looks more like a warehouse and the extended hours of unpacking and organizing everything is not making it any easier to settle into this space – particular for Mama Bear who has to deal with the movers and construction people while Dad and I are at work.

On a less whiny and more positive note, my room here has a cute little balcony with a limited view of the sea, so all is not lost. Hurrah! Though I do wake up resembling the Grinch (quite literally) these days because the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks isn’t as loud anymore – so unfortunately I have to wake up to the sound of the early rising, evil pigeons that are camped outside my window. So here’s to hoping that I get used to this (for the sake of my sanity and productivity at work). Well, seeing how time has been flying by so quickly this year, I’m going to be optimistic and console myself by saying that 12 months won’t feel like such a long time since!