Mumbai rains remind me of..

I must have written, saved and deleted at least 4-5 possible posts in the past few weeks. I blame the ridiculously changed weather for the same. I mean a week back sun was beaming, was it even a week back or more? And now it’s back to rains…yeah it’s just like India in June only a lot colder. I loved India rains, though it would get all muddy. I loved standing by the window, watching rain sipping tea. Watching someone’s umbrella fly away. Kids returning home from school, holding their bags on their head to protect themselves and still pushing each other in puddle. Women still arguing about the vegetable prices, holding a bag of vegetables in one hand, balancing the purse in the other and holding umbrella in an awkward, uncomfortable tilted neck position. Yet on a rainy day Saturday, there would be queue outside Hanuman temple. People waiting in a long queue with oil and leaf garlands. Oil almost diluted and turning to water due to drops of water the little vessel collected till it entered the temple. Mumbai rains remind me of people hanging at the train compartment door, taking cool breeze on their face. It also reminds me of huge waves at Hajiali and clouds roaring in the background. Mumbai rain reminds me of travelling in a double decker bus and watching the water level rise. Mumbai rains remind me of kids making little boats of paper and placing them in muddy water stream running by the street. Mumbai rains remind me of mum drying my hair with her saree pallu. Mumbai rain reminds me of eating hot bhajiya while trying not to get wet, standing under the little shelter of the bhajiya gadi. Mumbai rains remind me of Dadar Phul bazaar. Mumbai rains remind me…