This was my first monsoon at Pune. Shockingly it was totally unlike the ones in Mumbai. I love the Mumbai monsoons .. the beautiful light .. the heavy rains for weeks at end .. the sea faces with the darkened horizon. I have so many memories of my favourite season in my favourite city.
The smell of the first rain in our garden outside of A-2. The first rain we used to encounter early on the morning when we used to arrive from our summer vacations at Solapur. Going to school through the muck of Manipada. Football in the rain and mud in the ground next to the Class IV quarters. Cycling all the time. Sitting next to the huge waterbodies near the exam house. Those walks with P. :)
The rain treks through the Sahyadris - the most fantastically beautiful times I have spent in nature. Me, Vasu etc. screaming and dancing in the first rain of the season in Dadkar .. late at night. The times when I used to sit at the Naka watching the rain till DP's shut down. That one walk down Worli sea-face, that day, with X. :)
Well, those days have gone by. Pune monsoons are dry in comparison. It has rained here more via thunderstorms at the fag end of the season than in the middle of it. I got desperate, as the season progressed without much fun, to see some real rain. So Vivek and I left on a sudden trip to Bhandardhara and Malshej. It was so beautiful. Here I present some studies in B&W, of that time and space.