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I am welcoming the wisps of pre-monsoon clouds that float into blue skies from above oceans of the same colour. On Blue Sky, I’ll celebrate the grey grandeur of the Indian monsoon in 2025.
A few days ago, a spell of rain drenched our lawn. At night, I could see a shiny reflection on the muddy grass, which was parched in summer. The window lights of a building were shimmering in the rainy weather.
June 15, 2025 at 12:55 PM
A few days ago, a spell of rain drenched our lawn. At night, I could see a shiny reflection on the muddy grass, which was parched in summer. The window lights of a building were shimmering in the rainy weather.
I wish the monsoon train stops at its tracks for longer than scheduled. Let it be a late and sluggish train to roll out of the city.
May 27, 2025 at 10:36 AM
I wish the monsoon train stops at its tracks for longer than scheduled. Let it be a late and sluggish train to roll out of the city.
This time the Monsoon Express Train was superfast, arrived way ahead of its stipulated date to Mumbai. I’m praying that it smokes out the densest blue-black-grey clouds from its chimney.
May 27, 2025 at 10:36 AM
This time the Monsoon Express Train was superfast, arrived way ahead of its stipulated date to Mumbai. I’m praying that it smokes out the densest blue-black-grey clouds from its chimney.
I woke up early today, a time when the indoors remained low in visibility, waiting for the sun to rise. As the clock ticked ahead, the darkness loomed. Waking up to the grim skies brings a smile to my face.
May 26, 2025 at 1:44 AM
I woke up early today, a time when the indoors remained low in visibility, waiting for the sun to rise. As the clock ticked ahead, the darkness loomed. Waking up to the grim skies brings a smile to my face.
Sporadic pre-monsoon showers will momentarily wet the paths, only for them to dry again soon after. But as more rain clouds gather, dry streets will become a rare sight. Rain will keep them soaked, day after day, until the monsoon slowly loses its gusto.
May 25, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Sporadic pre-monsoon showers will momentarily wet the paths, only for them to dry again soon after. But as more rain clouds gather, dry streets will become a rare sight. Rain will keep them soaked, day after day, until the monsoon slowly loses its gusto.
What if the red carpet turned grey? I’ll be on the lookout for carpets of these shades in the Indian monsoon sky of 2025. No high heels trod on it in designer gowns. Birds may play hide and seek through them. The camera flashes are sparks of lightning, and the applause is claps of thunder.
May 25, 2025 at 2:51 AM
What if the red carpet turned grey? I’ll be on the lookout for carpets of these shades in the Indian monsoon sky of 2025. No high heels trod on it in designer gowns. Birds may play hide and seek through them. The camera flashes are sparks of lightning, and the applause is claps of thunder.
On cloudy days, long-lost and forgotten tunes drift into my mind. I often fail to remember the song title. All I recall is that the song once wrapped me in a cocoon of comfort. On sunny days, my mind remains dry, and these tunes stay buried.
May 24, 2025 at 6:23 AM
On cloudy days, long-lost and forgotten tunes drift into my mind. I often fail to remember the song title. All I recall is that the song once wrapped me in a cocoon of comfort. On sunny days, my mind remains dry, and these tunes stay buried.
My camera will capture these greens expanding
May 24, 2025 at 2:39 AM
My camera will capture these greens expanding
Summer browns gives way to monsoon greens
May 24, 2025 at 2:37 AM
Summer browns gives way to monsoon greens
The wind is swishing through the tree leaves now. The palm tree leaves are swaying like upside-down U shapes. The thunder snarled a louder warning. The wind slammed shut a door. Birds are hurriedly flying to shelter.
May 23, 2025 at 11:09 AM
The wind is swishing through the tree leaves now. The palm tree leaves are swaying like upside-down U shapes. The thunder snarled a louder warning. The wind slammed shut a door. Birds are hurriedly flying to shelter.
A gale is bursting sporadically, when will a storm rupture today?
May 23, 2025 at 11:01 AM
A gale is bursting sporadically, when will a storm rupture today?
With the monsoon taking over, homes are switching on their lights. Their sunlit homes are now under the dark shadow of clouds. The breeze is getting stronger, chillier, and more refreshing. I’m thanking the rain gods for shooing the summer away.
May 23, 2025 at 11:00 AM
With the monsoon taking over, homes are switching on their lights. Their sunlit homes are now under the dark shadow of clouds. The breeze is getting stronger, chillier, and more refreshing. I’m thanking the rain gods for shooing the summer away.
It is 4:30 pm, a time when the strong sunlight starts melting into lighter liquid gold.
May 23, 2025 at 10:59 AM
It is 4:30 pm, a time when the strong sunlight starts melting into lighter liquid gold.
The gentle growl of the thunder is growing louder. I’ve left the window open so that I can shake hands with the dreaminess of the environment. It has yet to rain hard, but sporadic raindrops are greeting me. These moments are the most precious in life!
May 23, 2025 at 10:51 AM
The gentle growl of the thunder is growing louder. I’ve left the window open so that I can shake hands with the dreaminess of the environment. It has yet to rain hard, but sporadic raindrops are greeting me. These moments are the most precious in life!
Is it really three o’clock in the afternoon outside? I thought that the sun was about to set. The sun-scorched summers with harsh light are over. The cloud canopy cutely deceives us about the real time. The monsoon sky, with its grey puffs and gentle thunder rumble, drifts me into a meditative mood.
May 23, 2025 at 10:45 AM
Is it really three o’clock in the afternoon outside? I thought that the sun was about to set. The sun-scorched summers with harsh light are over. The cloud canopy cutely deceives us about the real time. The monsoon sky, with its grey puffs and gentle thunder rumble, drifts me into a meditative mood.
A month ago, the sky was a clear, cloudless blue. Clouds began to float in, drifting like islands across the vast blue sea. As more clouds arrived, the blue sky began to fade. The sky turned slate grey, and the blue disappeared entirely. With each passing day, the sky grows greyer.
May 22, 2025 at 1:01 PM
A month ago, the sky was a clear, cloudless blue. Clouds began to float in, drifting like islands across the vast blue sea. As more clouds arrived, the blue sky began to fade. The sky turned slate grey, and the blue disappeared entirely. With each passing day, the sky grows greyer.
Last night, as a thunderstorm raged outside, rain droplets fell upon my soles and feet. Lightning lit up the dark room. The rhythm of the rain is the finest lullaby. The monsoon blesses us with these small gifts, which gently snuggle us to sleep.
May 22, 2025 at 2:01 AM
Last night, as a thunderstorm raged outside, rain droplets fell upon my soles and feet. Lightning lit up the dark room. The rhythm of the rain is the finest lullaby. The monsoon blesses us with these small gifts, which gently snuggle us to sleep.
What a pleasant surprise it was when I stepped outside!
Soothing water was drenching me from above. It felt like the sky itself was bathing me.
My dad smiled and said, “The whole sky is a shower now, and this is called rain. No wild animals come out to stomach you during rainfall.”
Soothing water was drenching me from above. It felt like the sky itself was bathing me.
My dad smiled and said, “The whole sky is a shower now, and this is called rain. No wild animals come out to stomach you during rainfall.”
May 21, 2025 at 1:38 PM
What a pleasant surprise it was when I stepped outside!
Soothing water was drenching me from above. It felt like the sky itself was bathing me.
My dad smiled and said, “The whole sky is a shower now, and this is called rain. No wild animals come out to stomach you during rainfall.”
Soothing water was drenching me from above. It felt like the sky itself was bathing me.
My dad smiled and said, “The whole sky is a shower now, and this is called rain. No wild animals come out to stomach you during rainfall.”
My dad stood in the rain while I hesitated, initially scared to come down from the porch. I asked, "Are loose strands of a spider's web falling to the ground?" Father reassured me, "Just come out and stand where I am. I'm not getting harmed or dying here, and neither will you."
May 21, 2025 at 1:04 PM
My dad stood in the rain while I hesitated, initially scared to come down from the porch. I asked, "Are loose strands of a spider's web falling to the ground?" Father reassured me, "Just come out and stand where I am. I'm not getting harmed or dying here, and neither will you."
My dad urged me to come outside and feel the rain for myself. In Kolkata, my mum would shut the doors and windows, warning me not to peep outside when it rained. “There is a jungle with wild animals roaming outside that will kill you,” she would say.
May 21, 2025 at 12:59 PM
My dad urged me to come outside and feel the rain for myself. In Kolkata, my mum would shut the doors and windows, warning me not to peep outside when it rained. “There is a jungle with wild animals roaming outside that will kill you,” she would say.
I was having breakfast, aged two, in Port Moresby when heavy rain began to fall outside, although the sun still shone. Breakfast forgotten, I stared out of the window, wondering what caused that rattle. "Were glass pieces falling from the sky onto the grass?"
May 21, 2025 at 12:46 PM
I was having breakfast, aged two, in Port Moresby when heavy rain began to fall outside, although the sun still shone. Breakfast forgotten, I stared out of the window, wondering what caused that rattle. "Were glass pieces falling from the sky onto the grass?"
How did you feel the first time in your life that you saw the rain?
May 21, 2025 at 12:40 PM
How did you feel the first time in your life that you saw the rain?