i arrived in mumbai during the monsoon. stepping outside felt like being enveloped by a warm, wet blanket. when it rained, it poured, and keeping dry was a lost cause. you just got soaked like everyone else. having visited mumbai in the past i noticed a distinct difference in the city’s personality.
the monsoon season envelopes mumbai with a different garment of colours and textures. the diffused lighting from the clouds became a backdrop for the profusion of colours which form the beauty of india.