Wednesday, 12 February 2014

A sudden rainstorm ...



Waiting for my first treatment, I became aware that it was raining - very softly, delicately, a warm rain was falling upon the palm trees, the bright blue buses, decorated by pictures of Krishna - 

Rain drops stippled the red dust of the dirt road in front of the house - the air grew cooler - 

Within a few moments, it was raining heavily - puddles brimmed with warm rainwater - it grew darker - bird song stopped -

There was a sudden explosion - huge yellowy white sparks, like bits of furious tinsel, flew off a sagging power cable - 

Anne ran back from the treatment room - her hair was heavy with oils and rain - 

The Colonel looked up from his Times of India

If you come in the monsoon, you will see a very different Kerala -

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