Karnala bird sanctuary and my third rain
I’ve been intoxicated by the idea of the monsoon in India since I was a little girl. I don’t know where the time has gone, but this year is my third in India, and this rain is my third monsoon. Each has been unique and beautiful, but none as meaningful as this year’s, my last.
Maharashtra features expansive, open spaces just outside and in such contrast to thick and crowded Mumbai . Their endless thin roads, wide fields and tall grasses are only made more beautiful by the rain. Karnala bird sanctuary near Panvel seemed a hellhole for the birds in cages, but a legitimate sanctuary for visitors from the city. The rain has encouraged all of the greenery to thicken, to saturate and stretch its arms higher and wider. The colours are explosive, the green like cilantro and mint on your tongue. The lush area offers beauty, cool air, intermittent rain and cloud, silence, clarity of thought and a little relief. How well have I come to know India and Mumbai over these years; how lost still am I.