I am sitting among crowd at a side of the Gateway of India and admiring its stillness carved in sandstone. Sun is setting behind me near the edge of a famous building. Gusts of cool wind are hitting my torso and pushing it back and forth. People are engrossed in taking pictures and holding the Gateway by their fingers or the Sun in their palm. Behind me at the sea, there is a party of elites disembarking from their boat on to the stone ramp. Hands are extended, palms are meeting and the feet are climbing over the edge on to the shore, in the fashion and courtsey that they are accustomed to. What do rich people think? How they enjoy all that leisure and luxury? Were they staying at the famous building? I turn my head from it and the wind returns. I gather my mind and start walking back towards station in dusk.
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