Mumbai Rains have always been special,
They are what I would call it …. A lifeline, a special event that’s
been awaited by the populace of this metro...
We would wait for it so that it can relieve us from the heat of the
summer that we have.
We would wait for it so that the walks by the sea, the snack of
Butter makai by the beach, those late night smokes with the friends on the
sea face can be enjoyed
We would wait for it so that the weekend drives to Lonavala, those bon fires at Tiger Hill seem worthwhile
We would wait for it so that getting drenched in the first rains can
be the memory we would want to compare all through the season
We would wait for it so that we can bitch about the inefficiency of
our government that can be highlighted with one heavy shower and the water logging, those train delays, those traffic snarls, and those bad
roads.
We would wait for it so that those cutting chai stalls with bhajji
will have a new meaning and an event to look forward to
Rains would bring love to a lot of people and we would see young
couples all across the city making a space their private corner so
that they can enjoy a private moment
Rains would make people just sit by the sea and make them day dream
and make them part time writers, with yours truly included.
All this is what rains mean to this city. But what does it mean to me
besides the things already spoken.
Rains are one thing that brings in me the emotions which no other
season can bring in me.
Rains would bring that sense of love and happiness that I rarely feel,
the joy of watching the rains with coffee and book or just being lost
in thought is complete Bliss for me, but it can in one moment bring a
flood of emotions which at best I can describe is melancholy
One moment you are getting drenched in the rain with a group of
friends and one moment you will find yourself alone in the rains
thinking of what could have been if things had gone down differently
It’s not good to cry over spilt milk, but then rains can at times
help you wash away those memories
Rains will always help wash away those memories, that pain of the things you lost, the ones where you
wished that you wouldn’t want to be in this space, that wouldn’t want
to be with the people, you know.
At times I am happy that I celebrate my birthday during the rains, but
then as the history has been with me it turns out to be one of the
most disappointing days of the year makes me question the logic.
I have no doubt that this time rains won’t be this pendulum of
feelings for me, but then I cannot also think how I would end up being
indifferent about this season. It will always be the best season for
me and will in the end bring joy and smile on my face and also to
those millions who live in this city.
-Punit
They are what I would call it …. A lifeline, a special event that’s
been awaited by the populace of this metro...
We would wait for it so that it can relieve us from the heat of the
summer that we have.
We would wait for it so that the walks by the sea, the snack of
Butter makai by the beach, those late night smokes with the friends on the
sea face can be enjoyed
We would wait for it so that the weekend drives to Lonavala, those bon fires at Tiger Hill seem worthwhile
We would wait for it so that getting drenched in the first rains can
be the memory we would want to compare all through the season
We would wait for it so that we can bitch about the inefficiency of
our government that can be highlighted with one heavy shower and the water logging, those train delays, those traffic snarls, and those bad
roads.
We would wait for it so that those cutting chai stalls with bhajji
will have a new meaning and an event to look forward to
Rains would bring love to a lot of people and we would see young
couples all across the city making a space their private corner so
that they can enjoy a private moment
Rains would make people just sit by the sea and make them day dream
and make them part time writers, with yours truly included.
All this is what rains mean to this city. But what does it mean to me
besides the things already spoken.
Rains are one thing that brings in me the emotions which no other
season can bring in me.
Rains would bring that sense of love and happiness that I rarely feel,
the joy of watching the rains with coffee and book or just being lost
in thought is complete Bliss for me, but it can in one moment bring a
flood of emotions which at best I can describe is melancholy
One moment you are getting drenched in the rain with a group of
friends and one moment you will find yourself alone in the rains
thinking of what could have been if things had gone down differently
It’s not good to cry over spilt milk, but then rains can at times
help you wash away those memories
Rains will always help wash away those memories, that pain of the things you lost, the ones where you
wished that you wouldn’t want to be in this space, that wouldn’t want
to be with the people, you know.
At times I am happy that I celebrate my birthday during the rains, but
then as the history has been with me it turns out to be one of the
most disappointing days of the year makes me question the logic.
I have no doubt that this time rains won’t be this pendulum of
feelings for me, but then I cannot also think how I would end up being
indifferent about this season. It will always be the best season for
me and will in the end bring joy and smile on my face and also to
those millions who live in this city.
-Punit
