If you’ve ever lived or even visited Mumbai, you’d know of the one thing the city is best known for. Ok, probably not the best because Vada Pao would walk away with the honours in that case. Anyway, hate it or love it, you just can’t ignore Mumbai’s rains. And mind you, Mumbaikars take immense pride in the city’s monsoons! New raincoats are purchased, tea-sellers gear up for a busy season and offices put up their temporary rain sheds to brace themselves for a season that can generate a thousand emotions.
On one such wet afternoon, I decided to take advantage of the fact that my manager wasn’t in the office and stepped out for lunch. The light July drizzle turned into a thunderstorm in a matter of few seconds. From soaking in the smell of wet monsoon sand to cursing the filth on the footpaths, out of nowhere, the thousand emotion theory was applying to me as well.
This is when I decided to put my gastronomic adventures to a pause and seek shelter from the torrential rains. While standing under a small leaking tin shelter, my eyes shifted to a small sign at the entrance of a narrow lane. The almost completely rusted signboard read ‘KHOTACHI WADI’. The unusual name caught my attention and I decided to peep into the narrow lane. And after what I saw, I couldn’t control myself.