Monsoon Mania

Monsoon has arrived in Mumbai and is loving its stay here. Showers in morning, showers in noon, in the evening and at night. Days are dark and nights darker. Cold breeze blowing getting temperatures lower.

Thursday was the day rains began. It poured unexpectedly all over Mumbai and most of us didn’t have umbrella. I was one of them. I was forced to venture in the rains as my kid and guests waited for me.

  

Next day I woke with cold, fever and sore throat. The scenario from my window was the same, dark clouds pouring. My little son came up to me all excited about the rains. There was something special about his excitement. It was infectious. I too began to enjoy the scene. Wet roads, water filled pot holes, colourful umbrellas and raincoats. Birds hiding from rain while few street dogs enjoying the rains. We sat by the window wetted out hands and sprinkled water on each other.

Now, the child in me was growing bolder. Ideas crept in making leaps forward. I asked my son, “Would you like to go for a walk?” I knew he would agree so did he. Soon we were on the street heading towards playground. Our pants folded, holding an umbrella and giggling most of the time.

We walked hand-in-hand while it continued to pour. To our surprise there were enthusiastic lads playing football in the playground. Every kick splashed muddy water and every goal saved had a proof on their cloths. In no time their enthusiasm got injected in my son. He jumped in puddles splashing water on me. With a smile I let him do it. The moment I got a chance I did the same. In one splash he was wet till his waist. For few seconds he was shocked. But, in no time my child comprehended with the child in me and played sportingly.

We were wet, we were dirty, we were enjoying it but we were hungry. Just like a cherry on top of the cake we spotted a Bhuttawala in the rains. In the noise of rain drops corn cracked on charcoal lit fire. A layer of nimboo masala made it a perfect eat. We relished each bite of it. It was delicious.

It was time for me to pay for the corn. There was a problem when I fished my pocket. In all the excitement the money has got wet. The ten rupee note looked as if it was out from a torture cell. The crispiness had vanished; the strength was lost, if not carried carefully it was about to part. I dared to present it to the buttawala worrying he would only deny. But, again to my surprise he accepted it with a smile.I think and believe that the monsoon mania has taken over him, like it did to me, my son, the football players and many more whom I couldn’t see.

Tired we returned home, ate and slept like a log. We woke-up to narrate our expedition in rains to my husband, animatedly. He was shocked and surprised at the same time. He confessed he had missed the real fun. I felt sorry for the child in him; because I know it is no different than the child in me.

I am sure I will cherish those two hours for rest of life. I wish my son enjoys rains all his life and remember this day when he made the child in his mother come alive.

Rains are to enjoy and the best way is to enjoy it child-like.

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