The reek of dampness completely overpowers the olfactory senses and the omnipresent fungal growth becomes the order of the day. Verdant greenery, cool temperatures and sometimes rainy holidays (even for offices!) do cheer you up, even if momentarily. I yearn for the aroma of wet earth but it never reaches the senses. News broadcasters don’t need to scout for breaking news as they get obsessed with the water logged roads and poodles of the “Mayanagari”. The weather forecasters too become clairvoyant in their flood predictions that are more often than not proven wrong.
But once the monsoon season is over there is not even a drop of downpour from up above. “Surprise me”, I would whisper into the ears of the maximum city deafened by the humdrum sound of traffic, as I wake up dreaming of rains, but to no avail; this respite is only during monsoons!