There I was, standing on the pavement, right above the muddy waves that lashed the high wall of The Gateway of India. It’s indeed a rejuvenating place to be at, especially in the evening when calmness fills the air and you get more than a minute or two to think about the day that has already gone by. The sea was calm, too. The large ships weren’t looking large enough, as they were far off almost sitting on the edge of the horizon. The grey mountains stood still, looking over the entire stretch. Sailboats and yachts were floating cohesively. It was picturesque. And in one small, modest corner, a cluster of boats floated with joy, all tied together with ropes. Like kids in kindergarten, they jumped on the waves and lost balance on a few occasions. They also did look weary somehow. Their relationship with the sea might be that of an old couple in their eighties. Whatever their age, they seemed young at heart. The cluster was beautiful and unforgettable. Transfixed, I kept on staring at the blue, white and yellow colours those boats exhibited. I am scared of water, as I didn’t give too much attention to swimming. But, looking at those boats move gently on the surface of the water did not scare me one bit. I wish to revisit that place some day soon, perhaps just to see those boats float with joy.