Every new migrant that falls in love with the city is bound to fall in love with monsoons. Or one can say, because of the frenzy monsoons, people fall in love with this equally insane city.
Maharashtra is a land of paradoxes. Its heritage though extremely magnificent on papers is now nowhere to be seen in its complete glory. The forts and temples built by the ancient dynasties (Satvahana, Chalukya, Yadava etc) and later on by the Maratha empire were largely destroyed by Mughal and British east India company. Had the Marathas ever befriended the Mughals or East India company they wouldn’t have faced such wipe out situation ever. But Marathas were too proud to not be self destructive.
There is a phrase in Sanskrit as “Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam” which means the world (Vasudha = Earth) is one family (Kutumbam = Family). This is a very powerful phrase. It reminds us that we are all part of one family. We all are dependent on one another and we cannot prosper by supressing others in the