While walking down the rains these days ,what we all in Mumbai feel โค๏ธ
๐ง๏ธ When Mumbai Forgets Its Seasons
These unexpected rains,
In winters that feel like summer โ
Weโre tormented, dreaming of rain in slumber.
The sun scorches through the day,
Like it never learned to rest,
Yet come evening, clouds gather,
As if the sky wants to play a guessing test.
Puddles bloom where flowers fade,
And umbrellas hang unsure โ
Should we hide from heat or hail,
No season feels secure.
I wonder where these Mumbai rains will lead,
When every sowing should have reaped by now, indeed.
The city breathes in patterns lost,
Between drizzleโs kiss and sunlightโs frost.
Maybe this is how Mumbai speaks โ
In bursts, in breaks, in in-between weeks.
When even the weather forgets its rhyme,
And time itself feels out of time.
-Rachana Bahel
