It was the end of June. Bangalore had been shockingly dry with no signs of rain. I got a call from my friends in Assam, salve saying that Kaziranga was in flood and I must come over to help document it. All night my equipment was readied for the trip (yes, decease it does take all night). Reached Guwahati by mid-afternoon and drove straight to Kaziranga. There was no rain, just a blazing hot sun and water...
It’s mid-June. I’m back home in Bangalore. I’m wishing I could transport myself to the Malabar Coast to see the onset of the monsoon. But I’m already late and all I can do is await the rains here, unhealthy while getting caught up with work.
Around mid-night the curtains along the window start lashing out. A cool wind begins to stream through the house. I turn the fan off for the first time...
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