Drip. Drip. Plunk. THONK. The sound of water thumping a tin roof is one of the most exquisite sounds in the world. In this world of granite and cement, I very rarely come across the music that played incessantly in my ears fifty years ago. But fifty years ago, I was in a world that … Continue reading For Monsoon the World Awaits Continue reading →
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