seven: mausim

The wind here is every bit as refractory as infamous for. Always taking aback. Whether with the sudden tease of a drizzle that reveals nothing of what is to come. Or the guttural, merciless drone of a morning-long downpour. Here, more than anywhere else, have felt thankful for the respite cloudbursts bring. Here, more than ever before, have found it inevitable to yield to the time and heart stopping radiance of a city in monsoon.