In the evasive embrace of Mumbai rains,
one morning I woke to find them absent on a bright October day. It felt unjust, the anticipation, knowing their beauty was fleeting.

Yet, I clung to the hope of experiencing their essence. Recognizing that Mumbai rains may not enchant everyone, my heart empathizes with those untouched by their allure. Still, making sense of this beauty was my utmost privilege, cherishing the brief moments they offered.