The rains are pouring in Mumbai finally and the sun ceases to shine for even one whole complete minute sometimes.
Its beautiful … gloomy also ; one of those seasons that make you nostalgic about things..
It is also messy , I can see cow shit broken into tinier parts spread across the whole area …yuck! :(
The auto ride is making me feel like a princess , with the curtains drawn on both sides…protecting me from the rain and wind and also the dirty roving eyes of men who stare into the autos to glimpse young women like me! :)
The dusty buildings are finally clean ,the air that smelled of dust and heat now smells of fresh mud! how i lowee this..(these are few of "my" favourite things)
The roads are sparkling in the rain water , the trees look greener and fresher as though they are enjoying this time in their life!
People are running hither thither trying to save themselves from the windy rain. But no one can do much to remain the same dry self they were when they left home!
There is have muck all over ..the cars splashing it over you inevitably -thanks to the pot holed roads! J
But what catches my attention during the wait at the signal is the mother irritated .One of her kids is holding on to her saree with an expressionless face while the other- hardly a few months old in her hand smiles..
They are standing underneath a narrow bus stand roof that can hardly do much to protect them of the heavy shower that is blowing against them ! The rainfall is becoming heavier with every passing minute and the area around the bus stop seems to be filling up with mucky water. The mother is concerned of how she’d manage the little kids and cross them over this muck to reach the bus, if and when it arrives!
The mother is worried about having to manage two kids without getting them wet in these heavy showers,,,she is worried tensed and has begun hating the droplets that fly onto her face and make her wet! She has begun cursing the rains , she has begun feeling the summers were better about which she cribbed a few months ago!
At the same time the child in her arms is loving the droplets that reach his face .He smiles like the rain drops reaching him is tickling him .he smiles and smiles and keeps smiling a smile that his mother misses. It would maybe make her feel better!
He is fascinated by the first ever rain he has seen in his life ! He is not bothered about anything , he doesn’t know the rain can make him ill beacuse he has never been told so! Where as the mother thinks her new born child will catch a cold if she remained outdoor in such weather conditions.
The other kid is lost is scared and is trying to protect himself of the downpour …because his mother has told him that the rains will lead you into a fever and that he shouldn’t get wet and stay put . His eager eyes look at the rain fall and wish to get wet, but he is scared of his mother who is now eagerly waiting for the bus to arrive !
I can see the little child liking the cool wind blowing on to his chubby cheek that have gooseflesh now!
I am learning something from the new born ! :)
