I dont know when I am going to start regularly (or even non-regularly for that matter) updating my blogs... I go on creating one blog after another based on the volume of ideas & thoughts circulating in my mind. But when it comes to putting thoughts into words, I fail miserably.
I would like to believe that I am going to break this ridiculous habit of mine with this post...
So much is said, written and heard about Mumbai rains that one often wonders what the fuss is all about... I shifted base to Mumbai in July last year and was greeted to an enthusiastic welcome by the lovely monsoons. Being a newly-wed, the rainy weather managed to add an extra dash of romance to our lives. Those days will always be beautifully etched in my memories.
However, I would like to label this year as my first genuine experience of the Mumbai rains... I tasted the first shower of the season on my bare hands. I ventured out and happily soaked myself in the lovely showers.
I still haven't discovered the whole fascination with Mumbai rains but I am sure I will stumble upon it soon. What is truly admirable though is the fact that Mumbaikars love their rains. That's the reason they embrace it with open loving arms. They have wholeheartedly accepted it as a wonderful part of their lives and adjust everything else around it. You dont find them crib or complain. Nor do they use it as an excuse to bunk office.
I hold an extremely romanticized outlook (bordering on filmy) when it comes to rains... More often than not, a lovely rainy day brings about a smile on my face & within. Now if I add to it many (and some more) cups of hot steaming tea, pakoras and soothing ghazals, you are bound to find me in my personal zone of bliss. Thus far, I am living the dream called Mumbai monsoons.. Don't wake me up please! ;)
