Having made the decision to shift my accommodations from the colorful but filthy and almost dizzyingly polluted Fort Area to a flat in the southern tip of Bombay, I am treated to the sound of waves splashing against my rocks beneath my window at night, and views like this one when I wake up come morning, which, I must say, goes a long way to re-charging one's batteries following long-term stints in the Dharavis of the world. Likely off to either Panaji (aka Panjim), the former capital of Portuguese Goa, and supposedly the repository of some fine colonial architecture, or perhaps the hill station of Matheran, which will no doubt make a nice change from Bombay's often rather gritty air.
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