
(Mooning Over Monsoon I) There must be a certain fun to burst upon the unexpected. Who knows it better than the monsoons! They always pick a dull night, nondescript, to explode over our houses, markets and dreams. To sting us into a jittery wakefulness and then to laugh madly at our bewilderment. All we hear is a slab of ocean rumbling down from the skies. The rest is deluge. The world has been long tired with summer. Even the watchful … Continue reading