To live is to move, to change, to grow. To carry ourselves with the grace of flowing water, curving around anything that lies in its path and shimmering alluringly in the light. To become the flow, rather than go with the flow. To create endless impressions on the sand with the playful imagination of the waves. Changing roles, shifting landscapes, expanding horizons, taking any shape we choose. Dipping our heads below the surface of the ocean, the cradle of all life with its infinite palette that ignites the imagination. Everything it touches, the ocean embellishes with an otherworldly beauty, every tide bringing new surprises. The murmur of a secret from the universe held in the spirals of a shell, the roaring crash of waves in all their jubilation, the deep stillness in the middle of swirling chaos.

Organic, mutable, always moving, changing, evolving. There is a kind of spirituality in fluidity.

We are deeply connected to the web of life, and the natural kingdom is a perennial fount of inspiration and awe. There is poetry in the sunlight filtering through a dragonfly's iridescent wing, in the muscled elegance of a majestic tiger and taut grace of a cheetah, in the ever-widening ripples on a still mountain lake. There is glory in the gracious poise of a peacock, the aristocratic power of an eagle, the vibrant playfulness of a parrot. There is mystery in the sinuous grace, lithe form and spellbinding gaze of a python undulating through clear streams. There is enchantment in the evanescence of butterflies, their short lives incandescent with passion and purpose. There is joy in the lush freshness of spring, from the bright hue of young shoots to the velvet spread of lichen covering a tree's bark and the verdant gloss of a stately sycamore. In this fantastical forest of memories and dreams, there is magic at every turn.

An irresistible magnet for dreamers, doers and daredevils from all over the planet. A city of artists, thinkers, dreamers, merchants and vagabonds. A concrete jungle with a heart of gold. A vortex of chaos from which millions draw hope, meaning and beauty every day. You can feel it in the air, that spark of innovation, that jolt of optimism, that zing of excitement, that electric charge of possibility. City of lights, city of stars, city of dreams. Bombay. Home.

We find beauty in its rhythms, its patterns, its sense of order. We find inspiration in its hypnotic spirals of soaring concrete and the graceful curves and sunburst motifs of its architecture, meeting the gathering clouds of relentless monsoons, the gleaming steel of the enormous bridge connecting this island and the weathered tetrapods that protect promenades. A unique vocabulary of colour and textures, tradition meets cutting-edge technology in an explosion of creative energy.