There is certainly a lot of magic in Mumbai's monsoon. Of course, it is hard to hide away from what we get to normally see, when we snake our way through the working day, lost in our thoughts and memories that plague our mundane daily existence.
But when the rains turn up, like they did today, while walking back home with only my own reflection and the rains for company, it was indeed sheer magic. For most parts I was rediscovering silence. I was rediscovering nothingness. I have a million memories to let go of and thousands of instances to step aside. But strangely, the rain wrapped itself around me not ready to let anything go. There was almost a feeling of mutual acknowledgement, but that’s just my imagination speaking.
Raindrops played tricks on my window panes, The twin towers yonder danced to the tunes of the rains, then fade away in verdant mist, so near and yet so far. I hear a slow sigh of relief expelled by the sky. Finally, an unburdened soul, dark and widespread. It can’t feel, but it does touch you. It can't speak, but it certainly walks with you.
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