Impressions of India : Episode Two
The monsoon deluge is on. It rains like it does only in India. The sky darkens from end to end and the clouds hang menacingly. Then it starts raining and doesn’t stop for a long long time. The red mud outside forms messy puddles. People walk on the streets with their trousers tucked up and the sarees held up meticulously in their hands. I sit on the porch having a steaming hot cup of chai and some khari biscuits and feel at one with the world streaming past.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
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ahh!!khari!!...man enjoy it out completely!!
I envy u dude....Enjoy it whilst it lasts....such is life...
Hmmm...i can smell the wet mud...I am sooooo jealous...you get to go to India in monsoon...one of the best seasons when you are on vacation...
Neil, Shruti: This was written with the express intention of arousing envy and jealousy. :D As Pula would have said, Mantarlele divas. Rereading the poems of Kusumagraj and Keshavsut just rubs it in.
Kaustubh: An interesting monsoon related blog is http://rrkelkar.wordpress.com/ which is written by Dr R. R. Kelkar, former Director General of the India Meteorological Department, New Delhi (1998-2003).
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