2005 North Indian Ocean Cyclone Season

The 2005 North Indian Ocean cyclone season has no bounds, but cyclones tend to form between April and December, with peaks in May and November. These dates conventionally delimit the period of each year when most tropical cyclones form in the northern Indian Ocean.

The scope of this basin is limited to north of the Equator and west of the Malay peninsula. The IMD and JTWC monitor this basin. The Arabian Sea and Bay of Bengal make up this basin, abbreviated ARB and BOB, respectively.


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