Before coming to Mumbai I was not at all made aware of this terrible part of the year Indian people call "monsoon season." It is this awful form of weather that encompasses every type of rain. In the past week since it reared its ugly head we have seen fat rain, skinny rain, angled rain, and perhaps my favorite, rain that comes and goes in five minute intervals. Usually rain is nothing to write home about, but in India it takes all the dirt/pollution/crap in the air (I assure you it is a lot) and brings it right down to your feet so that you can just soak your feet, clothes, etc. in it. It is also brings out all sorts of wildlife you never knew lived in the city. Last week, I was walking through Mazgaon (where work is) and a giant, rain-fearing rat ran out in front of me. I swear that it was about as big as my Grandmother's dauchsand. Also, I have my shower friend that I see most mornings while I am filling up my bucket. He is a fairly small, neon-orange lizard who I have only been able to capture on film once, we have become quite close since the first morning I saw him run across my legs.
The rain has, however, brought significantly cooler weather. If it is not raining it feels amazing to go outside. My favorite thing about this city is definitely the ocean. The ocean is always comforting to see and why I prefer Bombay to Delhi. I also love wearing salwar and kurta, Indian people definitely got office attire right. Wearing these "suits" is like going to work in a brightly colored sweatsuit, except it is abotu 1/8th of the thickness.
My Hindi is getting a lot better and quite handy for everyone that doesn't speak English...so, err everyone basically. Anna (my roommate/work partner/sidekick) and I have been taking the bus to work everyday and are yet to get lost in this city. We are really feeling like locals (although we will never look like them :(... Whoever said women have no sense of direction clearly never saw us in action!
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