And she never saw the the daylight again.....
No, this is not the tragic ending of one of those ubiquitous stories. This is what i have been going through since i landed up in Mumbai.
I come from a place where umbrellas are meant for protection against sunlight. Monsoon is an eagerly awaited, hardly encountered phenomenan. And when the rains do come, the entire city takes an off. Work is forgotten, school is bunked, household chores are abandoned and families venture out for elaborate picnics.
Two weeks in Mumbai have completely changed my concept of monsoons.
The red umberella has now found a permanent place in my life. Sunglasses have made a silent retreat.
Fungus has become an unbeatable enemy. Plastic ,my greatest ally.
Weather prediction has become an obsessive passion, wading through the streets, the greatest sport.
It amazes me that how easily and conveniently rains have become a part of my natural habitat and i no longer gasp when i look out of my window.
But all this aside, a resounding irony exists.
"Water water everywhere, nor any drop to drink"
-Rime of the Ancient Mariner
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Yes. Though i am adjusting myself to this abundance of water in my life, there is an acute water shortage in my building.
Way to go BMC..!
