Mumbai is a chatter-city. You hear noises everywhere. Many times in languages you don’t understand or accents you can’t follow. You travel in bus, you hear.On the train, yes of course.Incessant horns. On the street. Even walking admiring the so called wonderful queen’s necklace from a drive on the marine, you hear the hum when you walk. As if they are talking into your ear. The busy bee of Bombay humming in a ceaseless drone. Festivals are but an opportunity for escalating the crescendo amplified everywhere you move.
Look at the picture above. The building is white marble. It overlooks the sea. Some butterflies flit on the flowers in the hedges outside. There is no noise here. Only the peace and quiet of culture, beauty and thought. A white space.