June has brought the rains to us and along with it lowered temperatures and tempers.
Among the first to enjoy the after effects for the first heavy shower was Chutki.
She not only got wet, she got all muddied. When she came back inside she came up to me to show off her wet self with a grin and dared me to go out with her.
I wish I could have obliged.
Parts of the USA is all agog with excitement about the solar eclipse.
I haven’t seen the sun at all the last few days.
It has been raining non-stop here in Pune the last two days.
It has been raining almost non-stop since last Thursday and I ventured out of the house yesterday for a drive and some South Indian snack food in town. Between the car and the entrance to the restaurant, I got wet as did my friend in whose car I had gone as well as his driver who joined us after parking the car.
Look at this rain dance on one of our main roads! Please click on the image for a larger resolution.
It is my favourite season, and I am thoroughly enjoying watching the rain fall while I have my morning tea in our veranda. Every leaf seems to be cheering the rain, or is it my imagination? There are intrepid souls jogging or walking in the rain without umbrellas and others who do so with umbrellas. Joggers with umbrellas appear comic though not the walkers.
Chutki after her walks in the mornings and evenings needs a rub down which she thoroughly enjoys.
All in all, a good time to enjoy.
I returned to Pune yesterday to be greeted with delightful monsoon weather and rain with very comfortable cool air. Coming as I did from Chennai where it was hot, humid and muggy, it was a relief. I was greeted with the sight of our river Mulamutha in spate as you can see from the photograph taken by my friend Susan.
From the time I came till now as I write 24 hours later, it has not stopped raining. We are informed that the deficit that we experienced in June and early July has been wiped out and we will not have any water shortages for yet another year running. Truly a blessing. Our reservoirs are either full or rapidly getting there and since August also promises to be good as far as rainfall is concerned, it augurs well for the next twelve months.
Not everything around us is good news however. We have had a tragedy yesterday at a very scenic place due to a landslide. The price ignorant people pay for deforestation. There are likely to be more such stories from other parts of the state.
In our neighbouring state Gujarat, things have been very interesting indeed!
So like every monsoon, some bad news among generally good news and I for one am delighted to be back where I am most comfortable. So, with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson let me conclude:
Here I am back where I long’d to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
I went on a day’s trip to Mumbai and back yesterday and these two photographs show the intensity of the rains on the highway. Please forgive the quality of the photographs. They were taken with my mobile phone.
Monsooon should have settled over our part of the world by mid June but it did not leading to wide spread panic about the possibility of a drought after many years. Luckily since the last three days, there has been enough and more rain to raise hopes that the Met may just be right in predicting that the rest of the season will see enough rainfall to wipe out the deficit experienced during the one month that we did not have rains.
It was a tiring if somewhat nostalgic trip for me into the island of Mumbai. It is after many years that I drove through some of my old very familiar areas including passing by the building where my parents lived when my brother and I were born way back in the early forties of the last century. The rain played a spoiler but for all that, it was nice pointing out to my chauffeur the landmarks as it was his first visit to Mumbai.
I was forced to go to Mumbai as one of the clubs in which I am a member insisted that I come personally to prove that I am still alive and to pose for a photograph and sign in their presence so that a new RFID card could be issued for me. I was duly photographed and mollycoddled into signing four times because my signature was too big for their requirment and finally sent off by a very courteous and cheerful young lady who thought that I was a fragile antique piece needing careful handling. I enjoyed that handling and left after complimenting her for her efficiency.
And, no Shackman and John, it was not the kind of handling that you guys are imagining.
My work got over in just under fifteen minutes but I spent about two hours and forty five minutes on the island stuck in traffic! But for all that, I am happy that I went and saw Mumbai from ground level and in pouring rain. That is the Mumbai I have etched in my mind from having lived the maximum number of years anywhere next to Pune.
On the way back, I made brief halts to meet two of my cousins on the mainland and those were not very happy visits as in both places I had to meet people with health issues.
All in all a satisfactory, if somewhat tiring outing.
PS. Please do read the post and the comments, to which I have given a link under “my signature”. One of my treasured stories and the comments combination in my blog.