On this beautiful summer Saturday morning, I am listening to the chirping of the birds, enjoying the breeze and watching the neem leaves partially lit by the sun swinging away. This blessed plot of land deserved better owners.
Any people with a sense of beauty would have helped enhance the aesthetics of Bombay. Seeing, the May flowers on the trees, I can't help but wonder how much of a paradise this city would have been, had it been in the hands of another set of people.
Would we have beautiful public squares with flower beds? Would we use our seafront better? Would we have beautiful plazas where vehicles wouldn't be allowed? Would people celebrate the glorious extended evening hours in these months, when the sun sets late? Poverty is no excuse for this kind of mismanagement. In fact, employing people to beautify and develop this city, would be a way of getting at least a few out of poverty.
How would it feel like to enjoy the crimson and pristine sunsets in the city without the noise and the dust?
Any people with a sense of beauty would have helped enhance the aesthetics of Bombay. Seeing, the May flowers on the trees, I can't help but wonder how much of a paradise this city would have been, had it been in the hands of another set of people.
Would we have beautiful public squares with flower beds? Would we use our seafront better? Would we have beautiful plazas where vehicles wouldn't be allowed? Would people celebrate the glorious extended evening hours in these months, when the sun sets late? Poverty is no excuse for this kind of mismanagement. In fact, employing people to beautify and develop this city, would be a way of getting at least a few out of poverty.
How would it feel like to enjoy the crimson and pristine sunsets in the city without the noise and the dust?
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