Monsoon this year is so late, XWhyDieANut?X says he read somewhere that it's the latest in 10 years( and then goes on to clarify what "latest" means in this context. Nevermind...)
It's so late you could actually see it, if u were looking. Yes, if you're so utterly jobless like I am, and sometimes consider copyrighting "doing nothing", then you can see "nothing" happening. I know "nothing" so well it's like my long-lost-but-now-found twin. Let me explain how to look and what to look for and maybe you'll start seeing it. Treat a kid to an ice-cream everyday at the same time, for a few weeks and see how he gets ready at the same time. Feed a stray dog or cat regularly and see how they behave. Goto your lover, ermm... you get the drift. Breaking the routine makes sure new things happen, as I'm sure at least Tristram Shandy would agree.
Nevertheless, the wait is over, and the "rainy season" is finally here, sneaking in like all late-comers, no thunderous announcements of arrival this year( or does that happen during the retreat?). But something did announce it for me. The smell of dirt in the first rain included some dust, and I almost choked in my sleep...
This was something for our very own poet XSonKateX maybe about 2 yrs back, in the form of an sms( isn't sms the very best form of communication since jhinga-bhunga-jhinga-bhunga-hulu-hulu-hulu-hulu-hulu-hulu-hulu-hulu)
"She makes me spend the whole day in vain
Her power, beauty drive me insane
I'm not human if i don't complain
Don't get me wrong, I still love the rain..."
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