Look, I get it. The Mumbai monsoon is the stuff of Bollywood dreams. Marine Drive, a cutting chai, the sea looking all furious and poetic—it makes you want to write a novel. But if you are a parent living in this city, reality hits you faster than a local train during peak hours. When you come from a small town, rain means holiday. It means your mother making pyaaz ke pakode while you watch water collect peacefully in the courtyard. There is space. There is time. But in a metro like Mumbai? Rain is a logistical war. One minute you are looking at a beautiful cloud, and the next, parts of the city are recording over 300 mm of rainfall overnight. Suddenly, your premium apartment feels like an island, the roads turn into swimming pools, and the IMD is flashing an Orange Alert. And let’s be honest. In our big-city race to corporate success, we often forget that our infrastructure is fragile. For adults, it is a massive annoyance—traffic jams, delayed local trains, and ruined shoes. But for...
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