The meteorologists are confident that our part of the world is going to see some rain soon. I hope they are right. I hope there are no floods this year, and the rainy season arrives as a blessing for everyone.
Well, our lives had slowed down,
Waddled like a baby duck
Through the hottest days of June.
A quiet, weakly pulsating, hollow,
Yet palpable stretch of time,
With no promise to end soon.
We slowly let the air in,
And gently breathe it out
To get into the rhythm of monsoon.