So here I am, back to writing my blog after almost 2 months. I am in Kolkata right now, enjoying a personal visit. It’s monsoons in Kolkata, as it is in many other parts of the country – however I am tad disappointed with the rainfall this time. I grew up in a Kolkata where monsoons meant a heavy lash of rain hitting thunderously against your body and on your head…. with nerve-wracking thunderbolts literally sending shivers down your spine. Monsoons invariably meant waterlogging, clogged roads and lots of days without the sun. It also meant purchasing the best brand of raincoats and umbrellas, which could survive the incessant downpours. Long hours of power cuts and literally being stuck at home for there was no other option! Yet as kids we always had “other avenues” – frantically making paper boats to sail them on the waterlogged streets or running up to the terrace to soak in the afternoon showers!
My heart skips a beat even now when the thunder rages up in the skies and I look up eagerly to find the dark dense clouds, which cast their ominous gloom – yet the downpour which follows is merely a drizzle or at best a light shower. I am zealously praying for the rain gods to work some magic now!
