The monsoon has arrived,
My city of joy looks lovely!
It always does,
When the rain dances on its heart.
Schools no longer have rainy days,
But there was a time when
Rainy days were better than Sundays.
When you’d go to school,
Only to be shooed away by the guard
Saying, “go home you fool!”
On the way back sometimes,
The car would get stuck in the rains.
And a hand-pulled rickshaw,
Would surely come to rescue.
By the time I reached home,
I would be soaked to the skin,
And ravenously hungry.
Somehow my grandmother would know,
And would be ready with
Her signature pickled tomatoes!
Will share that recipe later,
Now go away and let me
Indulge in nostalgia.
