The Inconsequential Hope

It's been raining for two days now. Between dropped attendance in offices and rainy-day announcements in schools, the city has become clearer. Colors have come out from the pollutant-darkened tree leaves, and buildings have finally gotten their due wash. Water-clogging is now something that bugs all the metros of India so let's not even highlight that.

In between the maddening rain when the heavens stop for minutes, people make a mad scramble to reach wherever they want to. Hurried steps, lost calls, weather-cursing were something that had become synonymous to the rains. It was quite odd to see myself absolutely different from the rest when it came to the rains. I have loved the rains. The way they greet us with petrichor to the crystal clear surroundings they leave us with is something that none of the other seasons can match up to.
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Aurindam Mukherjee