I have started
falling in love with Mumbai. The place has a spirit…it has a lackadaisical
pulse, an unnerving energy… a rambunctious
joy it hurls on you every time you need a loving embrace to get going.
The afternoon
is sweltering today; I am so much waiting for the rain. The weather is humid
and hot. Not that I don’t know humidity is good for your skin, it makes you
sweat and look like you washed your face in moonlight.
My balcony has
a view unlike the other houses in Mumbai. Looks like I used clout to get a
place which has three balconies and an unobstructed view from each. It is
wonderful to sit there and watch the wonderful evening light bending and pirouetting
everything in gentle caress. The plants in my balcony swarm to make striking shrubbery.
From the pots, money plants sprung like green liana of smoke and a small rose
bud is the only nib point of red in the vista. When that warm breeze ossifies in me, I feel it melting on my fingertips.
Sometimes I feel I get to think a lot, which makes me weak
in the knees and I feel like I have been wrung out. But hasn’t someone said, “There’s a joy in delirium only mad men know.”
Today it looks like a sloshy cloud has come down and given this city a big hug!
