Petrichor.
The scent of rain on dry earth. That familiar smell of roasted corn
and wet leaves.
I can
smell the rains before they come. Which is why even in the midst of
summer, walking past freshly watered grass makes me pine for the days
of the rains. The soft soothing sound that resembles a soft lullaby
eases out any and all worries I have and for a moment I just sit in
bed listening to clouds fall apart.
Standing
on Marine Drive, the waters growling for attention, the wind
threatening to take you away and the rain hitting all parts of your
body like the phrase 'pins and needles'. That feeling is
inexplicable. Drenched from head to toe, water in your eyes, your
mouth, your shoes, your wallet, and the promise of hot chocolate and
rum that waits at home. This is the rains for me this year.
(Thanks to Arzan for this gorgeous snap. I can't stop comparing it to a painting!)
A
friend of mine just hates rains, can't stand the very idea of it. And
come to think of it, when I have to tread through mucky waters, every
step making me run back and take a shower, I sometimes dislike it
too. But then comes days of snuggling in your comforter and of long
walks accompanied by soft kisses of water...And I’m left happy. Oh
rains, you make me so confused!
I
think I noticed the rains fully first while in a cab home late at
night, a friend of mine in tow. Welcomed silenced had enveloped us,
save for the rain that had been making its presence known every now
and then. The overwhelming smell of wet leaves, the sudden coolness
in the air and the gleaming of the roads around us, made us both
(very dramatically!) sigh and exclaim at the same time “This is the
real Mumbai isn't it?”
(Images by Under The Indian Sky)







Remember that sigh!
ReplyDeleteThat is the Mumbai I love! :)
Though, we didn't get bhurji pao that night :-p
Oh ya! Somehow when you go looking for bhurji pao it's never there!
DeleteBut then we got it the next weekend na. So no losses!