Monsoon

The plain land wandered in solace until a chill air swept the pale sand, taking it to places near and far, away and farther. The monsoon cleansed the worms and the grass and the banyan roots. The fire of the forest didn’t loose its flames amidst a mighty shower. Mightier stood its color and fame. The people and their spirits went warm and mild,the children’s paper boats roamed precariously from lanes to roads and to gutters. The umbrellas and raincoats flashed in gay while the dogs and goats ran scattered for home. Moms prepared pakoras and kachoris, while dads chatted lazily about weather and tax. Fungus and mushrooms peeped out of unkempt fissures. The frogs jumped from stone to stone racing against the fragile snails. Thunder ambushed the happy noises of the children. Still the hearts drenched in love for mausam and the skies never failed.