The rains have never been a dampener in the good old days (nights). Some of my monsoon memories flash before me as Mumbai gets slowly and steadily drenched this season.

Foremost in my mind is my almost nightly visits to the nightclub Studio 29. Once I got a call the morning after on my landline (no mobiles in those days) from the manager, informing that I could collect my umbrella that I had left behind the night before and that he had got it repaired (a spoke had come out).