cherrapunji and away!
At least someone else other than me seemed more preoccupied with the rain than the firecrackers that took a short rest in the Ganpati immersion processions dancing by. It makes me sad – with the passing of Ganpati, the rains will also stop. The monsoon is really one of my favorite things about being back. After living through 13 years of cold, shivery rain – it’s a joy to be where the rain is warm. The rest of the murder was hunched up on the big banyan tree behind my new friend, waiting to dry off …
“Murder”: The perfect collective noun, yet so rarely used in the right context.
Hey Chavi…thanks for following my blog
Now Cherra brings back memories.. hope you had a good festival..
And I have them murders waiting to happen on my Car.. every morning I forget to keep some food for my guests..
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