it was as if they were being sucked down by the wet sand and lipping seaweed waters of the gentle juhu beach and for a second he felt as if the oceans were reclaiming mumbai , returning it to its authentic island status , and he felt some fleeting comfort , the way the heavy sucking sands can actually comfort ones bare feet and ankles with saline caresses and the most placid of wavelets , massaging , reassuring the vulnerable , unprotected skin with all the seas skills in fake compassion .