I have witnessed twenty monsoons in Bombay and until this week I felt there wasn't thing about the season or its arrival that I would have missed. So when I woke up around 4 am a couple of days ago, along with the sound of crickets there was something that was unfamiliar at least for Bombay. It was the sound of croaking frogs!
At 4 in the morning their melody had no competition with the birds, and so I heard this concert as male frogs sang away to attract mates! These amphibians were well aware that the monsoons and heavy showers were on their way. And how right they were! Within a few hours, the Hindmata junction in Dadar was flooded!
So the blue skies and relatively mild sun of June has given way to grey and cloudy skies and the kind of showers that no major city on earth witnesses the way Bombay does.
July is a wet, rainy and romantic month in this city (in case you choose to stay indoors). I love turning on my yellow lighting in the apartment and lighting a couple of candles near the windows, which are sprayed by rain drops that slowly move downwards and take down the dust of the summer. Thanks to the lockdown, my florist shut shop. I hope he returns soon. Red and yellow roses look beautiful between my candle sticks by the window.
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