Off-limits, the police are saying to our leader, who is not to be taken lightly. Centuries old, its walls stained now, dilapidated, a sight, this fort abandoned but not abandoned, commanding the bay once — now repurposed. A democracy of voices raised, is it India, is that all? — the sheer agitation? Cannot go in there! body language itself warns; while for the visitors, their mentor, an overseas visitor himself this trip, Indian he and his wife, brilliant, famous, quite evidently answers the entrenched official, Nothing says we can’t. In English, catching the eye of his friend now, who is a sort of special guest tagging along, he tells his people that these guys don’t know what they are doing, though what they are doing saying No to us is finding something to do. While the lead officer, interrupting, has switched to English, yet even now and with this contingent of visiting landscape design specialists from the States, how do you tell if this irate debate is serious? The leader not giving up, his friend the special guest can turn away unnoticed in all probability, the diamond-cable Sea Link bridge a huge sail-shaped glint of it in the camera viewfinder bypassing us to connect North and South Mumbai — Arabian Sea — beyond; the bay this side; and then on a near corner of this shore in the privacy of this lens is found between a jaundiced rampart and you a hand.
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