The Terrace

Its the place where each moment is a creation of a memory. You overlook the wide expanse of the Arabian sea, over the sands of Juhu beach…..and as you see the glimmering moonlight on the waves, the silence is broken by the thunderous roar of a Boeing 747 taking off. You look skywards and you see the paint on the underside of her….you see her shape, her colours, all lit up in her livery. Chances are that you know what airline it is. You imagine that within a few hours, the hundreds of people sitting inside would be landing…..tired….but excited at the destination.

Each moment spent on the terrace is a wonderful memory….is the stuff that dreams are made of. As you savour your poison, you smile at the randomness of the thoughts that traverse your pensive mind. You enjoy the back rub that you are receiving and giving…..and the feeling of ‘being at ease’ slowly permeates through your system.

This is when you say a silent prayer.

“But nothing’s greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face”

–Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis



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