The Cycle of Life..the Rains.

Don't know why..but this year I wanted to be in Bombay when the rains came. Looked forward to it with almost an obsession.
Maybe it was the heat..what with global warming..was at 36/37 (unheard of ) through most of the summer!!
Maybe just needed a cleansing of the soul..and getting wet in the rain does tend to do that.
Aaaaah..the rains arouse the senses.
The smell of the earth after the 1st rain..a sensuous earthy smell..the musk of a woman.
Trees dancing in the wind..a sinuous dance to the music of rustling leaves and the rhythm of falling rain. Tak dina dhin..dina dhin..tak dina dhin..or..Dum dum deegha deegha. Take your pick!
Leaves hanging heavy with drops of rainwater..reflecting the soul of the city.
The Koel..sings beyond sunset..
The sea..rears like a Stallion..unbridled..untamed!!
Roasted bhuta on a promenade..sea spray on your face.
And the parting..such sweet sorrow..end of Alphonso mangoes.
The Gul Mohar..that blossomed not too long ago with it's fiery flowers..now rendered colourless by the force of the rain..the orange/red flowers cushioning your walk.
The Black Kite that has left it's nest..along with it's young one.
They shall return.
The Cycle of life moves on..