"A short ride through the sea link"

I boarded my usual AC bus from Kherwadi junction and had no notion that all the seats were taken. I rescanned the all the seats once again, just in case. Damn! Was looking forward to continue from where I
had left previous day ofMans Search for meaning. With leaden steps, I shuffled down the aisle to what
can be called the nave of the bus and turned right and trained my eyes out of the side windows on the
side opposite to the Koliwada settlements as I wanted to look at the stretch of the sea without intrusions.
Owing to the banking of the tarmac for the forthcoming turn, the view near the edge of the sea link was
unsighted for me.
The vista that lay before me was like an enormous expanse of pastel grayish-blue-hued stage curtain,
formed by thesea and the horizon rolling into one, having perhaps the Arabian peninsula as the giant
green room. I could see in the distance, isolated boats and trawlers seeming like flecks of dust on that
curtain, dazzled by the shimmering light. The slightly darker hue of the sea melted into the lighter hue of
the sky. It was a feast for the eyes.
After a few moments, the bus winded its way through a flowing ribbon of a turn and the view of
the sea changed into a much more proximate one, as the bus sped along the Worli Sea face. What faced
me was a much more sharply defined expanse, with the sea itself like a sprawling, almost indiscernibly
rising wedge fusing fuzzily into a lighter tinted sky. The sea surface was spread as a recently made blackcurrant tinted pudding, local eddies as fillings, spread out in an enormous vat without edges, of infinite
capacity. The approaching Worli dairy reinforced my pudding metaphor and I half smiled to myself and
took a seat which had been vacated recently.