|  Sunset in Mumbai is always a beautiful sight because of the sea. I've shot Mumbai sunsets from down south, to Bandra, Juhu, Versova and Vasai. One thing to notice is that sunsets aren't just dependent on the place, but also the time of year.
In winter, there's always a little more haze, but a lot less cloud cover, and the sun is further south and further away. This makes for some very cool reflections against the water. This set of pics was taken at Marine Drive this winter.
Anyway, I hope you have a wide monitor, because you'll need it for this one:( big one ) | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment   |
| I fly between Bangalore and Mumbai a lot. Seriously a lot. One thing that I get out of it, is a pretty good idea of what kind of view you can get from each seat for a specific flight.
A couple of weeks ago, I was in Mumbai to get my passport reissued (less than 6 months validity left), so I took the 17:40 flight back to Bangalore. Booked the ticket online, and checked in at the same time, after checking on the day's sunset details.
This is what I ended up with: | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Everyone's been posting pics of the amazing sunsets they get with the monsoon coming in, but I think I've got the best. Have a look:See, it's not so much the shot that matters, it's who you experience it with. My best sunset shots have all been with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bluesmuse right next to me.
This one was shot from a rock on the water's edge. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Amidst bhelwalas, coconut sellers, rides for children, dancing monkeys, sand castles and a huge crowd of suburban mumbaikars, the sun goes down over the ocean. Troves of people visit Juhu Beach every evening to enjoy the cool breeze, take a dip in the ocean, and watch the sun going down.
Some people throw garlands into the sea, while a bevy of girls walk along the the water's edge, lost in conversation. A group of Hare Krishna devotees from the nearby ISKCON temple sing songs and preach to a crowd of curious onlookers and a bunch of boys fly kites.
Sellers call out for their wares, but the chaat sellers are largely silent. They needn't call out to the crowds who patronise them anyway. A man with a basket of steamed peanuts walks past us and we exchange a couple of rupees for a handful of those little brown pods.
Footsteps in the sand, while you hold a lover's hand. Nothing can go wrong with the world.
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