BOMBAY MONSOON

I don't know why, but the city looks a little bigger these days. More secret lanes and taller buildings. I am listening again & again to सावन बरसे तरसे दिल - (Sawan Barse, Tarse Dil from Dahek movie) and my heart keeps pounding abnormally at every word as the lovers warily tour around the streets in the monsoon to see each other. It's raining too in reality, but it isn't as perfect as the video on my YouTube screen that plays this song.

Reality is indeed a paradox. I see the city a little bigger these days, kali-peli jamming in every lane, colorful umbrellas defending the gray and howling rain, Art students trying to reach their college while trying to protect their big white sheets in extendable poster covers. 

The city doesn't care about my YouTube song, it keeps getting bigger and bigger, but I see a temple standing in the same corner where I last saw it. Oh! I sincerely thanked God inside the temple for waiting in one place while everything else chose to move. Lying here is a dead rat in the middle of the street, it lies immobile too, just like a God in the temple. Heavy rains keep hitting the dead rat and I know that in a few days, it will begin to smell pungent while lying in another corner until wild crows feast over its dead rotten body. The Dead Rat didn't care about my YouTube song too and the lovers on my phone screens were still running warily across the streets, their happiness had nothing to do with my reality.  The city kept growing on its horizon a little more than the moment before; an aesthetic café next to another aesthetic café kept brewing cacao in competition with each other, stray dogs went hiding in the corners, food delivery guys kept rushing their vehicles to meet the promised deadlines and others like me engaged at their respective phone screens with an utmost passion.  The Bombay monsoon in its overcast of clouds, gushing waters on streets, affected local trains, frustrated hawkers, cinematic visuals, floating paper boats, rusty metals in the old window, floating wrappers of a finished chocolate bar and the thoughts after thoughts fading slowly in the curated Playlist. 

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- Neha.M

(Neha.M is a Mumbai based Author who writes about the small, routine and mundane moments of the life of a common people hence glorifying the chaos of living in the form of Fiction,Poetries, Short tales, Articles and Quotes. One who loves encouraging & empowering women tribes through her work.She is an engineer by profession but writer at heart. She invites her readers to her world that believes it is the ink that's loudest or else there are so many invisible lives undiscovered.  To know more about this young Author , you can visit her insta page deepin_ink )