The Monsoon Mosaic

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A couple of days after the monsoon winds kissed the Kerala coastline it rained in Delhi. The unexpected showers came with a dust storm and dipped the mercury by a cool 5-degree Celsius. In a swimming pool, a little, frail girl embarrassed by my curious looks explained: 'Sooo cold it is... that's why I am shivering. I'm not scared of the deep.' It was not sooo cold of course but hearing that on a June morning in Delhi was music to my ears. My friend from Shimla laughs teasingly on the phone. 'And here it's so beautiful that I wish I were a poet. The mornings are winterish, afternoons springlike and evenings rainy. Three seasons in a day. Add to them those drifting islands of mist, and the melancholic mausam you would talk about is complete.' I listen and sigh. I know the weather report from the....