Two lone, abandoned boats docked between thick mangroves, a cool breeze from the nearby creek, the shade of wild trees, and a refreshing silence. For a moment, it didn’t feel like Mumbai.
Vegan Writer: Wandering Solo, Writing with Heart, One Story at a Time
Two lone, abandoned boats docked between thick mangroves, a cool breeze from the nearby creek, the shade of wild trees, and a refreshing silence. For a moment, it didn’t feel like Mumbai.