the skyline's the limit

FROM THE ROOFTOP GARDEN OF THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM



FROM ARVIND'S BALCONY ON A WARM EVENING


For the first time, rather a detached visit to New York, not distracted by and marvelling at its every multicultural oddity, its street life sort of washing past vaguely out of focus. New York rendered into just another city, made familiar by warmth, noise, habit, rendered into the ordinary by familiarity. Possible then to see it from afar, and notice famous buildings sometimes, instead of always feeling in the heart of it.



Still I must confess - whenever I go I look first for the Chrysler building. Seeing it rekindles the sense of glamour and romance, of wild coincidences just waiting around the corner that some cities call up in me - New York did, and also that lost love, Bombay.