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Bombay monsoons…

The weather this morning reminded me of the umpteen June mornings in Bombay early monsoon. Most schools reopened on June 13th every year (wonder why!) and it’d coincide with the beginning of the monsoons too. I love the monsoon; it’s my favourite time of the year. Summers in B’bay are tortuous and winters are awfully wannabe. But yes, most of the years, 31st December used to be one chilly night as lalunadiosa might vouch for…:-)

Coming back to June in B’bay, schools reopened that week every year. New textbooks, rain shoes (always termed as ‘rainy shoes’), gumboots (horrible stuff in shades of red and black!), the narrow road to my school crowded with pesky autorickshaws, huge school buses, umbrellas in all sizes, prints, colours, squealing kids, valiant Moms lugging humongous school bags, even larger lunch boxes (!)…. Most often, I’d have spent the former two months of summer vacation in sunny Kerala and the prospect of waking up to school, PT lessons (I HATED them!), my classmates (who thought me a snob for 10 years, even more…:-(), some clearly partisan teachers…. grey and gloomy mornings only accentuated the feeling of sheer misery and depression.

It’d be many more years before I realised the romance of the Bombay monsoons…:-)

About 6 years more!

Once out of school, the monsoons became beautiful, pleasurable, romantic… Rainy days spent tramping all over Churchgate searching for books at the pavement book stalls, bargaining with book sellers who vouched for THAT book by O Henry as a classic or THIS book by Steinbeck as a great buy, strolling along Marine Drive by the wild sea and finding salt crystals in my hair after getting home, hot corn on the cob, getting back to the suburbs in the cramped train from platform 6 on Churchgate station, traveling in the sweaty male-dominated General Compartment simply so that I could spend a few minutes more with Pinch, getting stared daggers at by all the people in the compartment who cared for a young couple holding hands…:-)

From the wet pavements of Churchgate to the coffee-scented environs of Barnes and Noble, looks like the two of us have come a long way.