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Too much of a good time

Sometimes, you discover that there indeed exists such a thing, as having too much of a good time! It’s a bit like eating chocolates and ice cream every day for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I am talking about my holiday.


It was great, terrific, wonderful. But at the end of it, I did long for my own bed, my home and my time to myself.
It was nice to take a break—but equally terrific to be back.

The sea was lovely. Beckoning. Alluring. Mesmerising.

Could have stared at it for many more days without getting bored. But I wanted to come back.




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  1. Hey...so here u r wid d post...i thought it would take some time but i was wrong...d pics are really 2 goood...and as far as chocolates and icecreams are concerned...i agree, u need a break from dem 2...after all d goodies everytime make us realise d worth of casual common things....

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  2. home sweet home is always sweet home :)glad u had a gr8 time.. looking fwd to more pictures :)

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  3. Welcome home hon.

    I haven't known that feeling in a long time. Hoping to discover it again after my honeymoon next year...

    Bet your bed feels comfortable.

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  4. Hi!!!! Been secretly visitng ur blog and reading most of what u have so eloquently written...

    Got here through Pretty Woman's blog... And am glad that I did.... Will be back for more....

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  5. Welcome back! So glad to hear that you had a great time. I could stare at the sea for hours day after day too. It is just so relaxing! I miss not living next to it.

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  6. Yeah, I agree too - sometimes you feel you need to get back to your place, your haven and feel the comfort...nothing to beat the cosy feeling!
    Glad you had a nice trip - luv that toothless grin of Gia's... and I sure do envy your bro & fly. for their sea-facing apartment! Lovely pics!!!

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  7. Good to have u back :) Yeah, home sweet home. Lovely pics, never thought Mumbai sea can also look so beautiful, as my experience of Mumbai sea has been dirty beaches and polluted sea.

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  8. Akanksha :Thank you--Have visited you and left a comment too.:-)

    Diya:so true--home is home:-)

    Ritu: Thank you.and your comment did make my day today :-)Wonder who the pretty woman is.Will drop by and find out.


    Bob-kat:yes--I too love the sea, and used to leave close by, in three different places.

    Sk:Start a blog.Start a blog.Start a blog!! bTW these pictures were clicked from my friend's apartment, not my brother's.She too stays right opposite the sea.

    Misti: Juhu is very clean now.They have shifted all the paani puri stalls etc.Every morning a huge cleaning process goes on. Worli still leaves much to be desired.Buti guess it depends on where one chooses to look.You can either look at the dirt--or simply see the sea :-)

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  9. Freelance: thank you!! will drop by soon.

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  10. Great to have you back and that you had so much fun!

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  11. So good to have you back to give us more of your 'brain food'...

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  12. Welcome back, PS, and glad to hear you had a nice time - funny how we become attached to our own bed, isn't it?

    :-)

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  13. Devil Mood: Missed reading your blog--but i have compensated for it :-)

    Niall:Thank you my friend!

    Scotty: Yes--i never knew I was such a home-body. (that too i love travelling)

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  14. Welcome back!

    Now, if you could eat chocolate for every meal of the day while AT the beach...that would be something!

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  15. Ahhhh... I could stare at the sea for many a day too, and never get bored. Mesmerizing describes the beauty of the sea quite well. :)

    But yeah, nothing is quite so comforting as being home.

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  16. This looks so beautiful.
    When I was growing up the beach was very close to my house and I would walk there every day. You could hear the ocean waves from my bedroom window. I so miss the ocean.

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