An ordinary Thursday morning in the midst of the monsoon found me seated in a quiet cafe; my empty notebook and a hot cup of coffee being all the company I had.
I had chosen my favourite seat next to the small window in the corner of the room. I'm not sure why I liked that particular seat so much. Probably because the people outside gave me the illusion I was not alone without disrespecting my privacy.
Outside, I could see children wrapped in colourful raincoats, getting drenched in the monsoon showers, splashing around in puddles, ignoring their mothers' concerns about catching a cold, teaching me a thing or two about a worriless existence. Nature too seemed to have given herself a makeover and was now dressed in a layer of lush green.
A young couple was walking down the road sharing a single umbrella, whispering and laughing, sometimes pretending to be annoyed by the rain as they evidently enjoyed every bit of it. I smiled as I wondered whether they were genuinely oblivious or whether they were choosing to ignore that second umbrella lying unused in the girl’s shoulder bag.
The roadside tea seller, normally intimidated by his corporate competitors was wearing a big, broad grin as customers kept lining up, faster than his hands could work. For he knew he could not offer them the fancy décor and the comfortable couches and the trendy music. Or even cups and saucers which matched for that matter! But who needed those luxuries when they could be seated in natures lap, relishing some hot, sweet chai.
The entire city seemed doused in a monsoon mood. The rains had arrived and brought with them hope and enery and life defining spirit.
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