Mumbai rains are different from others. A strong army of dark-things march towards its destination at a voracious speed. The fragrance of the soil spreads in the air, as the first drops of the rain kisses the ground. A sudden burst of movement of people on the roads run for shelter, under a tree, under the roof of some old-shop. The chaiwaala is surrounded by a crowd , vada-pao stalls get fully-packed , the rest move against the rain in the local-trains standing near the exit. Children from the thousands of buildings that have faced the monsoon onslaught before get down and open their arms to feel the rain. It splashes across their bodies immersed in a moment of pure joy, ecstasy. The trapped souls occupied with their never-ending job look through their office- window to watch lovers walking down the street under an umbrella. The clouds keep bringing the nostalgic waves which hit many, the ones who stand in their lavish home balconies with a mug of coffee to the ones who have no space to sleep. Rivulets enter the drain which had been choked since summer, the unsold mangoes being covered with plastic sheets, the trees turn to a cleaner shade of green, the earth obtains a different colour, the Arabian sea swells. Mumbai rains are just a little more wet.
cheers,
dipankar
cheers,
dipankar
2 comments:
well well well it's rainin mumbaiyaa rain outside dipankar,remember having school assembly's inside d school coz its mumbaiyaa rain outside??remember havin vada-pav with splash of rains wettn r faces n school corridors??walkn back home struggln 2 stay dry n raincoats or umbrellas.... still desirin withn silently..2 go wet n ths drops bringn happiness 2 land,watchn lovers & dreamn future watchn kids & goin back 2 past...hehe wow thts r rains dipankar mumbaiyaa rains....miss u .....me 2 & ths rains 2...ur article is superb somethn so much goes arnd & v jus 4gt notcn it u make me notice thm atleast n a better way ....keep writn boy c ya
Miss the rains of Mumbai... :-)
Jst loved it...
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