Reflections appear on the asphalt, umbrellas become moving shapes, puddles mirror the city and people adapt to the rhythm of the monsoon.
Kolkata in the rain feels like a different city. Somehow, Kolkata finds a strange kind of peace.
First rain revives the city; alone, I drown in memory, regret, and loss - love gone, silence remains, hope fades in endless night.
Days turned to weeks. It was almost the end of July and not a single drop of water had fallen from the skies. My hopes
Rain has long inspired literature, symbolizing life's trials, ominous foreboding, quiet introspection, emotional renewal, and humanity's enduring relationship with nature.
