I had a grey time

Worli Seaface on a Monday afternoon. A quiet hour or so spent with sluggish clouds, engorged waves and windsurfing crows. As meditative experiences go, this featureless stretch may be the most conducive.

Marine Drive near Princess Street, a Saturday morning. More activity in fifteen minutes here than the hour on Monday, none of it raucous though. More evidence of civilisation, more colour, in one turn of the head here than a walk down its counterpart up the coast. If loneliness is your demon, Marine Drive is your charm.