Monsoon evening, The ravaging monsoon storms had fell silent in the past few days. The sun shone bright through the deep blue skies. The evening looked like a young woman, with her hair auburn , dressed in a luxuriant green flowing robe. Her grace and radiance even made the elements silent, as if it all stopped on their tracks, only to be owned by her full of life charms. At a distance, I heard cuckoos call for her. Their voice reverberated through the silence only to trail of in desperation. Folk of sparrows chirped and chirred like girly giggles and gossips. She paced forward in slow rhythms. I walked with her, trying to feel her with all my senses. The more I looked at her, I got elated. I paced a slow pace with her, completely lost in her. .. .. A few days before, I have seen her in all her fury where she has torn down the heavens- must be one of those days. The storm was screaming duet with rolling thunder Stor...