Video narration
No words. Just Mumbai, after midnight. From high above, the city glows through sheets of rain—roads stitched with headlights, towers disappearing into cloud. Water turns every street into a mirror, and every brake light into fire. Thunder rolls. A lightning flash cuts the sky, and for a heartbeat the coastline, the cranes, the rooftops—all of it is sharp, silver, and alive. Down below, traffic presses on: buses and taxis, scooters and cars, wipers fighting, horns swallowed by the storm. Puddles explode under tires, reflections shiver, neon smears across wet glass. The rain gets heavier. Another flash. The whole city flickers like a warning… then settles back into darkness, still moving, unstoppable. Hold on this rhythm of water and light. This is the night Mumbai begins again.