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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