Its pouring and I am feeling the blues...

Its June and although they say US does not have a monsoon season, it has been raining here everyday for the past 1 week. It sure is worth noticing that it is exactly around the same time rains first hit Mumbai this year. Its just not the same feeling though. In Mumbai the first rain is a respite..its an indication that the Sun will not bake our cement roads anymore, its a feeling of finding an oasis after miles of desert, its the eternal quenching after an age of dried throats, its a feeling that although travel and daily procedings get further messy and an extra hassle than they already are in our city..it will still not be as hot, its a sensation that can be aroused only sitting on the walls of nariman point, its the mood that replaces the numbness of the difficult days, its the time you want to run to the beach at the nearest opportunity to enjoy a bhutta and do many other things that is just ingrained in every mumbaikar's heart, every indian's heart and something that does not need to be made evident to anyone. Its just our second nature. Its a feeling that no one person owns, but every mind and heart enjoys it as their most personal moments, like they rule the city called "Mumbai".



And right now sitting in the confines of my cubicle on a very drowsy Friday Morning,
I wish when I open the gates of my office exit in the evening, I am somehow, magically, in the Seepz, walking out of the crowded main gates, smelling the mixed aromas of hot fried bhajiya's, water puddles, exhaust smoke from buses and vehicles, the smell that is MUMBAI, rather than in here in Boston, awaiting a dull and tiring 1 hour drive back home. I am not complaining that I don't like here at all. But in this whole process of being away from home and family and trying to adjust in the best possible way. In this entire pretence that is the drudgery of life here, the yearning for those streets just completely absorbs you on days like this. The rains here can surely never give one the same satisfaction, but on the contrary it reminds you of missing one more monsoon there, a rude reminder and unwanted trip down the lane of nostalgia.

And all this outburst of emotion coming from someone who does not even like rains much. When back home I used to always start complaining the moment it rained. I used to see all the drawbacks and inconveniences against the sheer bliss and pleasures of rain. I used to always fight for the winter like it was a competition of life and death between the seasons who are mute and I am the spokesperson for the winter.
But now I realise the importance of cherishing every speck of beauty that God gives us, because in this huge world, every village, town, city, country and continent is missing one or the other wonders of this nature that we are lucky to have lived. I love the winter and the snow...but try asking a north american's opinion on the same and his story will be shockingly different, shocking atleast for me, because Sun don't impress me much! But today, all I want is the smell of the first drop of rain on earth.