Being my first post, I would like to start it with a poem I wrote couple of years ago when it was raining very heavily in Mumbai.

Mumbai Rains

The first drizzle of rain, And it’s charm Mumbai regains

Sun gets a shower, Mithi up its stake, Mumbai gets a breathe and once again bet it’s fate,

And awaits eagerly, for the roads to clog, subways to block, Potholes to unlock, Trains to stop and water reservoirs to stock !

Mumbai rains mimics Mumbaikars life, Lots of joy and fun bundled with rigor and pain.