My office is on Nariman Point and overlooks Back Bay, Cuffe Parade and out over the Arabian Sea to the foggy horizon.
We see gorgeous sunsets from our desks everynight – big red hanging suns falling away into the layer of smog that sits about the horizon.
We can watch the fishing boats from the Koli fishing colony come and go, day and night, and during the lowest tide we can see children walking out in the bay, knee deep water for miles, scavenging for buried treasures.
After Ganesha festival we see hundreds of Ganesh heads poking above the water at low tide, and the shore line is choked with marigolds and coloured dyes.
Before Republic Day we watch big army helicopters (my husband would know what type they are) moving in formation towards the naval base, practising their displays of military might for the big day.
During monsoon we can see the rainstorms on their way one hour before they arrive.
Right now I can see a crisscross bamboo scaffolding that covers the whole building. A painter is outside my window, about a metre away from my face. He is walking around the window sill as though he is on the ground floor except he is about ten storeys above that. He looks like he is enjoying the view also.