Cool breeze starts wafting through the city, many mini dust-storms brew over at every corner of every alley, the sun disappears behind the cover of clouds, the fresh smell of the rain teases the nostrils, suddenly the darkness vanishes – for a split second – with the lightning and the fat drops of rain drench the parched earth.
Voltage starts fluctuating, clothesline get empty in a jiffy, another thunder splits the sky and power goes kaput! The search for candles starts, the matches are fumbled for and the hazy yellow light fills every corner. A gust of wind pumps life into the inanimate and the shadows dance to the tune of the wind. Just before the open window is closed, a surreptitious glance is stolen at the rain and tiny rain drops shower in.
Every time a hot summer evening is transformed into a cool, rainy dusk one thought hounds me always – "Kaash pyaaj ke pakore aur garma-garam chai mil jaaye…"