Monsoon Love, Contrasts et al
Rains. Wonderful isn't it? Now that I live on the second floor with concrete roofs and beautiful windows in a colony that has a well constructed drainage system, and a washing machine and a dryer, provisions that reach my doorstep through smartphones, all weather friendly electricity supply, this Rain is my soothing merry-maker and harbinger of a Perfect Romantic weather. It makes the air so cool naturally that I snug under my comforter listening to the rhythmic splattering on the window shades. At times, looking through my window at the incessant pours, I remember my old house with tiled slanting roofs,where the inter spacing between the tiles often led to the descend of some mischievous rain drops to play prank and disturb us all through the night. The narrow alley from my house to the road gleamed with the repulsive presence of fluid cow dung and all other sorts of animal excretion, which were otherwise in dry state during summers. The rains caused a slippery...