/A journey with the monsoon/
The day is the same green and fresh. Our car is now entering into a heavy cloudburst of the monsoon. The vista is hardly see-through. Everything was painted white by the deluge. I see trails of raindrops running down my windowsill. The shimmery parallel trails of the pure drops from the sky introduces me to the heavenly vibes. It runs down the pane so peacefully as though it wanted to convey it's part of story to everyone inside the car.
The cloudburst is turning furious and it's getting difficult for us to move forward amidst the blanched roadway. The tea garden on my left is partially visible from inside the car. It seems as though the overcasts have come down to unite with its loved one, the tea plants.
However, when I look back at my windowsill, it tells me a different story. The silver overcasts is slowly calming itself down after consolidating with its loved one. The blinking signal lights of the cars by passing our car now accompany us. After an hour long journey with the monsoon, we finally have a clear weather with a blue sky.

- Pratiksha Goswami®