Small Temple by the Arabian Sea
Gujarat, India (2017)
Gulf of Kutch, Gujarat, India (2017)
Ferry between Okha and Bet Dwarka
Mumbai, India (2017)
Man fishing in the Back Bay
Morning air was nearly still or as still as island air by the sea could be. Barefooted man was sitting on a wooden cart at the end of the pier, gazing far into the boundless sea. He was at ease, not observing the noise brought by passengers coming off the wooden ferryboat.
Watching boats come and go brings him back to the days when he was going to the sea himself. Only those who spent countless years at the sea know the true feeling of a boatman’s freedom. At that minute he was far and free, in the wide waters, endless skies and Mother Nature with her sundry moods.
Pier is his secret escape.
Bus driver made a sharp U-turn waking me up from the slumbering. Warm, bright and sunny day; cloudless blue skies and emerald green waters; small fishing village with a temple on the shore and couple of shack shops selling colorful balloons and souvenir statues of the Hindu deities; few stray dogs and non-existing bus stop at the end of the sandy road appeared in the window as I got up.
I have reached another sea. That very sentence stuck in my head the minute this fascinating picture at the shore of the Arabian Sea revealed itself. The tranquility of the place felt magic and hypnotic. I was deeply enthralled by the charm of it and didn’t learn the name of the village; later, realizing that, I decided to leave it that way.
Reaching another sea may seem like an ordinary event, however this time it felt different, a dream like. Even now, when I close my eyes, I still see and feel the alchemy of it. Perhaps I was dreaming…
On the bus from Junagadh to Dwarka (Gujarat, India)
November 3rd, 2015