Hello! Living in Mumbai for an upward of 30 years, I’m quite familiar with the three seasons this city produces: Hot, not hot and oh look it’s raining today. The latter is usually met with delight or a groan depending on your location under a roof and your future plans of sticking under it or venturing forth. As any Mumbaikar, I’ve heard and envied all the western countries that have these smaller periods of spring where love blooms, and fall where everything is cascading poetry. We have none of that in Mumbai.
Seasons of Change
Seasons of Change
Seasons of Change
Hello! Living in Mumbai for an upward of 30 years, I’m quite familiar with the three seasons this city produces: Hot, not hot and oh look it’s raining today. The latter is usually met with delight or a groan depending on your location under a roof and your future plans of sticking under it or venturing forth. As any Mumbaikar, I’ve heard and envied all the western countries that have these smaller periods of spring where love blooms, and fall where everything is cascading poetry. We have none of that in Mumbai.