Thursday, June 27, 2013

One rainy June in Bombay

Woke up to see the sky break with thunder.
On any other day, it would have been another Bombay monsoon day and I would have been struck by its  beauty.
That day was different.
The raging skies seemed to threaten me. 
Provoke me.

Locked the door of Eldora, Hiranandani Gardens for the last time.
It was a place of my dreams.
But I knew that dreams could take different turns at times.

The drive to the airport was a struggle to keep my smile on my lips.
A four and a half year old Zoya eagerly looking out of the window, for a plane ride.
My sister, Sumi, staring blankly, thoughts racing through her head.
I knew she was missing my mum.
I was too.
My help, Lipi, fiddling with her Nokia.

And the skies raged on.
Almost my ally now.
Wiping away the city I loved as  we drove on.

The coffee at Cafe Coffee Day at the airport.
The waiting for the boarding to be announced.
The flight in the rain.

And then we landed.
Four women.
To our new lives.

To hope.
And a new beginning.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” 
― Haruki Murakami

Yes.. we are never the same person when we come out of a storm... we are better, stronger, happier.