Mumbai Rain Quotes

No umbrella had yet been invented successfully for the Mumbai rains.

another nameless dusk passing over the Arabian Sea last rowboats dimly visible at the sealine hem you, reading from a holy book syllables as crisp as the oncoming rain.

When memory is a veil of exposure through which the fullness of tides is visible, I can still sometimes smell the radiance of flowers. I argued with friends that Mumbai does have seasons—if one bothers to watch closely. Now I trace the months on a calendar like a distant call, the sound of a train whistle or fog that engulfs before the onset of rain to participate in a collective mourning.

When memory is a veil of exposure through which the fullness of tides is visible, I can still sometimes smell the radiance of flowers. I have argued with friends that Mumbai does have seasons—if one bothers to watch closely. Now I trace the months on a calendar like a distant call, the sound of a train whistle or fog that engulfs before the onset of rain to participate in a collective mourning.

The rain fell gently, and a cold wind was blowing. Pedestrians wearing raincoats and rain boots and carrying colorful umbrellas could be seen walking swiftly along the cobblestone streets toward their manzil.