Stealing a rainy afternoon My stay in Agartala this time has been hot and humid. Though I spent my childhood here I can't bear the humidity any more. The uncomfortable heat made worse by pressure of deadlines to be met. With COVID induced WFH we … Continue reading Stealing a rainy afternoon
Remember the nursery rhyme: Rain, rain, go away/ Come again another day/ Little Johnny wants to play – that is never me. I always love rain, almost unconditionally. I want it to rain, drizzle, pour, no matter what. Rain never comes in the way of … Continue reading Rain, rain, come again!