If there is a single accident of birth that I have been proud of (apart from having such lovely parents), then it is the blessing of being born and brought up in as good and picturesque a place as Goa. And come rainy season and I often begin pining and my eyes grow thirsty to see tiny raindrops come down and wash the Goan Landscape and drape it with a beautiful and fresh layer of green, my nose longs to smell the fragrance of the earth when the first drops of rain trickle down its surface, my body yearns to get soaked in the divine showers.
For the last two years Bombay (what’s in the name, Roses by any name would still smell the same) has been my abode. Bombay is a strange city. But the most apt description would be that of Suketu Mehta. He calls it the “Maximum City”. I realized very soon that there are more reasons to love the city than there are to hate it. And one reason, and a big one, has to be the rains on the Marine Drive.
I am eagerly awaiting the rains this time. The ocean kissing the shores of Marine Drive swells up in its pristine glory. The waves are fast and furious. The noisy cars and the dust and heat and all that we hate the city for, suddenly seems to go into oblivion. I can sit for hours together on the Marine Drive in the rains and experience the bliss of solitude. But this time around, I do have someone special with me who will join me on the Marine Drive. But that doesn’t matter; the two of us can be on the drive lost in OUR solitude.
“What is this Life, if full of care,
We have No time to Stand and Stare” – W. H. Davies
In fact, it’s not just the rains but every season has its own charm and mood. As John Ruskin said “Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.”
It’s still a few more days for the rains to reach Bombay but its worth the wait. . .
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