The weather here in Bombay for the past few days have been excellent. Sometimes it rains, but even the rains cannot damp Arohi’s and my excitement for how wonderful the sky looks after.
The afternoons sees blue, blue sky. The kind of blue that you want to never stop looking at. The kind of blue that shows you that there is good in the world. The kind of blue that assures you everything is right in the world, even when it is falling apart before your eyes. The kind of blue that feels right. The kind of blue that has your dead brain working overtime trying to come up with shapes from your imagination for all the clouds that just float by without a care in the world. The kind of blue that makes me want to sit outside on the wide stone steps of the amphitheatre or my secret phone space and just read a good, good book. It’s the kind of blue that stirs up memories of childhood and the corners of your mouth pulls and you realize what happiness is in this soul-sucking time of submissions and exams and sleepless nights.
Then there are nights.
Today evening I experienced one of the most clear and beautiful nights that I’ve ever seen in Bombay. I’ve always liked the night skies in Bombay better because it was always too cloudy during the days (not that that isn’t pretty) and we are too preoccupied to appreciate it well. The nights are different. The sky that I’ve always seen back home during the night was a dark, dark navy, that is easy to get lost in. Add the moon and get ready to take your sleeping bags or mattresses and blankets and pillows and plenty of Odomos to sleep on the roof. It’s different here. I think it’s because it’s more polluted here, but the night sky is never that shade of blue. In fact, it’s not blue at all. It’s purple and violet with that barely-there brown. It’s the colour of my favourite t-shirt that says “Cats are magical. The longer you feed them, the longer you both stay alive.” It’s the colour of the blankets that smells warmth and winter, which Akka and I have back at home. It’s the colour that no one thinks is purple. The clouds perfectly complement them. They are the palest shade of violet and they morph into shapes that activates the wild side of my brain. The wisps that break apart from the big clouds look like some major wand activity is going on. No way that can be real. It’s too beautiful and magical to be real.
Today, the Moon showed her face. There were fewer clouds than usual and the stars were there as usual. But it was an almost clear night and the air was crisp and just a tiny bit chilly. This is totally not the kind of weather that I expected to see in a city like Bombay. It almost feels like home.
But it is a new home for me right now.
Picture credits to Mishel!