We sat on the wall while the ocean kissed the sky.

We clambered onto the slippery concrete wall, letting the cold rain soak our office shirts completely through. Giant, grey waves of the Arabian Sea crashed violently against the tetrapods below, shooting white foam high into the air. We hadn't seen each other in five long years, trapped in the exhausting grind of corporate life. But standing there, shivering and shouting over the thundering roar of the storm, we started laughing like carefree teenagers again. The towering glass skyscrapers of the city skyline looked completely blurred and distant through the heavy gray mist. Mumbai might be a place that forces you to grow up too fast, but its wild monsoon shores always remind you exactly who you used to be.