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In love with Bombay: Part III

Bombay ki aakhri barsaat!

If there are no major changes in my future plans, this will be my last monsoon in Bombay. It has just begun and I am going to miss the first 2 weeks of it. That's also good in a way. I like it when it rains intermittently. But when it pours continuously for 4-5 days (this happens at least once every year) I get bored and restless.

I remember once 3 of my friends and I purposely got drenched, lying down on the rocks at the sea face when it was raining heavily. And I survived being in the rain for that one hour.

I will miss standing in the glass-corridor, watching it rain and hearing the wind blowing violently. And walking through the collonade during the rains.

I hate thunder. Specially when the sound wakes me up in the middle of the night. It really scares me. Mostly the rains here are unaccompanied by the 'sound-effect'. I remember last year there were no thunderstorms. Year before last was really bad. I won't miss that.

Thinking of this whole thing in a different manner, it is the people living on the streets who suffer most from any kind of extreme weather. Excessive rains being one of them. None of us who were in Bombay on 26th July 2005 will ever be able to forget it. People who lost their family members will never remember the rains of Bombay fondly. And here I am writing that this is my last monsoon in Bombay and I will miss this and that....

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