Shiny rain-spattered streets.
Chaotic traffic (so what’s new?).
The Arabian sea lashing against breakers.
The queen’s necklace twinkling away.
Sodium vapour lamps.
The beautiful crumbling buildings in Town.
Marvelling that Regal theatre is still standing.
An avenue of trees in Ballard Estate.
Worli Sea Link looming in the distance.
Walking in the midnight rain at Marine Drive.
Mumbai is most lovely in the rains.
So says someone who doesn’t have to live in Mumbai :)
I am soaking up all the rain and cold (literally and figuratively) in anticipation of my return to 46 degree scorchers in Gurgaon. While on the subject, I'm here to attend and conduct a business skills workshop for wannabe women entrepreneurs from lower-income groups. Three days of intensive teaching and learning with 45 cheerful and enthusiastic girls is proving to be a lot of fun. The only reason I was even able to travel this time was because my parents as always stepped upto the challenge of parenting and grandparenting while I was away. Yet some more people I have to thank for making life that wee bit easier :)