As I send my last email for the night, its finally time to call it a day. Its been a second night in a row in the office but today there is satisfaction of the job being completed. A task which started last week with a plan had gone for a changes so many times that the original plan was nowhere near to the one that was actually implemented.
In fact the last few weeks have not been good. I need to take a break. I haven’t touched the camera in all these weeks.
The last two days were filled with stress, anger, doubts and anticipation. Thankfully today its all gone and a contended feeling replaces all negative feeling. Nothing feels good like a job well done.
As me and my colleagues prepare to leave for home, we remember it had rained. We had been informed that it was raining by our other colleagues from home but the work in our hand did not give us the luxury to look out of the window
The air was filled with the sweet smell of wet soil and everything was wet. Unlike everyday, the air felt cooler with a slight wind too. I bid my colleagues good bye and hail a rickshaw for home.
Turning on the Jogeshwari-Vikroli link road, I glance at the sky. Some dark clouds still gives the proof of the presence of rain. The monsoons have finally arrived for the parched Mumbai.
The roads are almost empty and its a smooth ride. The same road would could take an hour later in the day. The rain has left puddles of water on the road as I touch the western Express Highway.
The rising sun and the dark clouds mix and match to form a beautiful canvas in the sky. A moment like this which makes me want to carry the camera all the time.
The Mumbai’s skyline is changing constantly. Lined with big skyscrapers, the orange and grey sky offers a perfect backdrop. In a city hungry for space, the only place to get some is up.
The sky and mountains of Sanjay Gandhi National Park give a tough competition. With building touching the sky, the mountains look to be overshadowed by them. I guess a few years from now, the mountains will not be seen from the highway. Doubtful if the mountains will remain few years from now. We seem to be hell bent to destroy them to create bigger buildings.
At Goregaon, a big truck with coal has overturned. It will be a huge traffic jam later. The roads are still empty.
Its been more than 12 hours in the office and its time to go home. As I pay the rickshaw driver outside the building gate, I look around.
The city is waking up and I am ready to sleep!