I was worried the world was coming to an end. Yesterdays hot and amazingly humid conditions in Mumbai refereshed some images from a TinTin comic edition titled ‘The Shooting Star’ which I had browsed long long ago. The sweaty stinky moist bodies of middle-aged men brushing in the crowded locals, is not my idea of a pleasant journey by any stretch of imagination. Yet someone amongst the heavens above might have yearned for some more fun to unfold as the train I was riding pulled in on the newly constructed (and a true nightmare for any infrastructure project in this city) platform no. 8, which is far from the Borivli area. The long march towards the exit was completely forgettable.
Coming out of the railway premises, I was being jabbed and pushed by crowds moving towards the station. The road widening and repairs had left huge dust mountains to settle around while the vehicles zipped freely. Jostling on the roads, covered in sweat the filth I finally reached home and dived straight into the shower.
The evening bought with it some good news in the form of rains. The boom and the lightning show was never seen before. It was like the army of rain gods attacking the summer satan with a thunderous rapture, ending months of our piteous condition! The cold wave swept across the city, bringing immense relief to the city dwellers. Here’s hoping that they stay in this city for some time.
