Life-ing it up...

It was the best and most relaxed fortnight, in a long, long time. I was home after almost a year and a half. My beautiful, beautiful Dibrugarh. It was perfect at 22C and yes, I'm scoffing at the most unfortunate souls who were still steaming in Delhi then. When I de-boarded at the small airport in Dibrugarh it was blissfully drizzling. I could have almost cried with joy. Picture the usual monikers of green, fresh, verdant satiated, lush, cool, cozy, etc. Enroute to town from Mohanbari My ever mindful mother had brought a light shawl for me to wrap up, I'm not exaggerating, I did need it. I rolled down the windows and sprawled on the rear seat of the car, the cool air, the droplets, the rushing tea gardens did wonders and an album of memories filled me. You see, I get nostalgic very easily and quite often. It's a bit melodramatic at times but then I found out I was always so.  One rainy afternoon, I dug out an old journal of mine, from my high school years and read through...

Waiting out the rain in a dhaba enroute to Sariska I'm sure you're hearing this everywhere, I do—in office, at home, in the bus, at the grocers and even the stray dogs seem to be beaming the chorus . Talk about national consensus, we seem to be having a huge one here. And predictions!  Why, how could you ever leave them out? Did you get these: –It's going to be a bitter winter this time around because the rain would spill over the coming months and... (The theory) –It's going to be a very moderate winter because rains would offset the chill of the winds... (The theory) –There's a high probability of earthquakes with all the water going underground and... (I didn't stick around to get that theory) Some entertainment, I tell you, and yet, everybody says the season is dull. My apartment building is taking it hard with growing water seepage. The ceiling is damp and green with mould, so when you lie in the bed and look up it looks like a galaxy of distant star...