Monsoon has arrived with its armies of grey monochrome clouds.They came marching with fireworks n all.It felt fresh and something new when they arrived.Now after some days their stay has made the whole place stale moist and sad.The day does not seem to pass.The morning, the afternoon the evening -all seem the same pale grey.All the time it is raining.
The grasses are growing madly everywhere.They have covered up the car parking area.Here and there tendrils are clinging to metal posts.Sliding down the walls one even made it through the bathroom window.Then there is the fungus.Leave a sweaty shirt around the corner, tomorrow it will reek of them.
The drain and sewage are overflowing. There is cow dung everywhere-and it is moist and flowing down the road. In spite of all our efforts the earth it seems is leaning towards some green pre-historic chaos.
Monsoon, who the hell gave you such a beautiful name?