The sizzling sun has disappeared behind a grey veil of ominous nimbus. There’s a lull. An uncanny calm.
I can now smell the rains.
And there i see them, angry pellets of raindrops fast approaching me from the distant dark horizons.
I sit by the window, transfixed, watching the theatrics of the rains, relishing and savoring every moment. I let my hair down, the mad gusts of wind play gleefully with my locks. I crane my neck, I feel the spray on my face. I lose the sense of time and space. Its just the rains and me, me and the rains this grey morning.
Not a day for elaborate cooking and could anything be quicker yet more soulful than hot rice and a runny Ilish tel jhol ? Yes, a couple of green chillies too please !!