Are you getting the euphemism, kid? Asked the hot summer
breeze and the very next day the rain sledgehammers
it and completely terminates the unpleasant feeling. The monsoon in Mumbai is
started in full swing and has a romantic charm to it, but who gives a hoot
about romance? For me my boys in my monsoon are a lot like Pink Floyd’s “the happiest days of lives”, and that’s because we
live it to the fullest. We start the day with football, then take a dip in the
pond behind our society, followed by some hot, lip-smacking bites at the bakery
beside the church. The potato munchies with a dash of fenugreek sprinkling, dipped in tamarind sauce is titillating the
taste buds to take a stairway to heaven
and never come back. To sum it up a rainy Sunday is action-packed and nothing
less than a Full Monty! However, I was clueless
and had to call it day when the rain gods seem to be getting high on some next
level smack, and won’t call it a day until the transport isn’t completely
jacked up. As much as it may feel pleasant to be holed up indoors, causing
severe infatuation to the senses,
the paranoia outdoors is limitless. While returning back home, what I say
completely changed my way of thinking and broadened my perspective of looking
at life. Not carrying about the heavy showers comes a reverberating sound of
growling Harleys and we see a group of magnificent men and their flying machines riding
along the streets with pure gratification and enjoying the cold drops with
merriment and gaiety.
