Dear monsoon...... you too for ever .....

The weather has changed late this summer. It is back to square one. One again the crushing humidity is back reducing the energy level of the otherwise bustling city. Even politics and art are failing to keep the spirits up. The aftermath of AILA, a cyclone that wrecked a havoc on the state is far reaching. It has not just resulted in floods in the Sunderbans or loss of crops in the Deltaic plains or landslides in the hills in the north claiming lives and properties, and its not just exposing corruptions at every level of the state machinery halting the rescue and rehabilitation operations, AILA has also drifted away the monsoon. After a long and tedious wait, yesterday it rained in Kolkata, a short lived but torrential one. The clouds were sent from Sahyadris to rain over the Ganges, the almost dried up river it seems. A poorly placed metaphor I know, and a very personal one, so don't bother yourself to ponder over it. I was waiting to get drenched, after facing the torments of the scorching heat for a long time. And I am waifing for more clouds to come with the south west monsoon wind as I was last year exactly at this time of the year...