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  • When I was preparing for a trip to Santorini, Greece, my friends and the guidebooks regaled me with stories of the spectacular sunsets that grace the island. I went armed with my camera and on my third day, when the sky wasn't so cloudy, I caught about ten minutes of the fabled sunset. It was beautiful. It took my breath away.

    But no one tells you about the sunsets of Mumbai on Juhu beach. Yes, the Arabian sea isn't crystal blue like the Aegean. Yes, the sand isn't golden. It is coarse. And it carries with it the dirt and debris of the million people that visit the beach every year. They spit in the sand. Sometimes pee on it. Build castles and fancy sculptures. And the air lacks the Mediterranean lightness. It's salty and humid. But the sunsets. My goodness. Much like the city, Mumbai's sunsets are ostentatious. Aloud. Orange and ruby reds, with a razor thin edge of trepidation and darkness.

    I've seen a bit of the world. But the heart always wants home. Even if it's just as a sunset.

    *This picture was taken by my dear friend Guillaume on his visit to India during our wedding.
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