It’s been a year since I was last there but I still remember the details as if it were yesterday. I would drag my old beanbag out on the balcony of the apartment at Marine Drive where I was staying and gaze out at the sea for hours, night after night until it became a ritual. It was a ritual that had an extremely calming effect on me. Looking out at the never-ending shoreline and the vast expanse of the sea never failed to rid my mind of the nagging worries that plague one in an empty apartment.

Marine Drive is a funny place. I say funny because it’s always bustling with activity – always. No matter what hour it is. There’s not a single minute of the day when the place is not filled with people. If New York is a city that never sleeps, Mumbai is home to insomniacs, and Marine Drive is witness to that.