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I felt fusion of fog and humid air first time in my life. That late night whiff around the waterfront of Arabian Sea smelled like it has grown some flowers of Sea salts in it. But setting my feet to the Nariman Point, Mumbai that day was extremely unsettling. It all started with a thrill that stuck to my head. My train has still some hours to come and I was sitting at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus -- one of the oldest terminal train stations in India. It was 4:00 AM in the morning, when nearly whole city was in the lap-of-nap; I was so ponder to go & resonate with the splash of waves at the cutoff of sea. I instantly picked up my bag and came out from the terminus then asked a tea-seller the nitty-gritty of the waterfront of sea near from the terminus. He told me that nearest point from that terminus is only Nariman Point (present at the end of Marine Drive); from where I can admire the beauty of sea, and I won’t get any public vehicle now, so I have to go there on my legs. I started walking towards the direction which he gave me, but after walking about 200-300 meter I felt I am lost somewhere in the city. It was an anxiety of being in big place like Mumbai first time in my life. Two roads were bifurcating from the point -- on which I was tangling & now, I have to decide on which one of them that seashore could meet me. My brain was reluctant to take left and my heart was also suggesting me to take a right turn. Every step that I was taking was half bravery-half foolish. It was extremely gloomy early morning without any stars in sky & dead rubber silence all over the streets. My nerves were looking extremely ardent & hitting my soul hard enough to go and grasp that humid air anyhow from seashore. Somehow I shredded that tense thread of my soul, which was keep hindering me to trespass those roads which were grooming me to become a better and mature nomad. While passing through the Azad Maidan road, my eyes were just wondering about the city’s normalcy which I expected even before going through the city. So finally I reached the spot – the waterfront, seeing them in films from childhood, it was my dream to go Mumbai someday, and applaud the panorama of the sea. Marine Drive waterfronts are so long and wide that you can easily sit there and can behold the scene for hours because this busy city has only this thing which is not messed up & loose for everyone. I sat there and saw those tetra pod stones which were logged in there, to absorb gigantic but gracious Arabian Sea waves. I went there in a season of cold and I felt blessed to seeing slumping of fog in ocean. As the winds at once, came to me and passes by me, I dwindled several time, but my eyes were not enough saturated to see the other side of the fog. The atmosphere was so intact with calmness and untroubled that a monk could take inspiration from it. The night was gone and now the sea is the guest of the morning. At once, my eyes captured a boat in the sea. That fisherman came & asked me that if I want to roam with him in the sea. I instantly said yes and I climbed in his boat and started exploring in the sea. He took me to different-different places in the sea like Juhu, Chaupati etc. I was extremely mesmerized by the nature’s this kind of creation I left my train that day but what I got was beyond the time, money and all disarray methods of society and in between the splash at waterfronts of ocean, I found serenity of sea which was above the artistry.