For the last couple of days, the monsoon, is in full fury here. Everything is wet and a drier is what everyone needs to dry clothes. Several times a day, winds of such intensity are raging through the homes, that doors are slamming, windows are opening up spontaneously and the ventilators, which all windows and doors have here, are either banging or have to be securely fastened. Oh yes, the title comes from the same- because windows are slamming ever so frequently and we cannot leave them closed all the time. So you can never be ready for the rain, because in a minute it comes and then vanishes after lashing the world here, left right and center.
I am just showing by way of two/three pictures from the same location, just outside my bedroom door, what the rains look like. In the first one here, you can see the hill in front of my home, in bright light. Now just take a look at the same in the rain-
and then more rain. To make matters more complex, my kitchen has become a veritable restaurant for a friendly-trespassing rat, who is managing to come in and eat anything easily available and if is not then eat the plastic lids of certain utensils, the creep. How many sides can one deal with – the rat, the rains making everything wet and clothes not drying, the dogs not wanting to walk out or only eat grass when they do, peeing right at the doorsteps of neighbours, who are naturally annoyed, the number of times one has to dry up the space when 16 little feet walk in from the rain…life is an unending rain song these days, and it seems to be taking a lot of notes to sing it.
And yes, every time I sit for practice, the rain comes down so hard on the tin sheet above, that I can not even hear the tanpura…so there goes my Mian Malhar and Lalit, the ones I was spending my mornings with.