When I was a child growing up in India, we were forced to write essays on the Monsoons in school. More than 70% of India is agricultural and much of our agriculture is dependent on the monsoons. Hence the Monsoon season in our school texts was often referred to as the King of Seasons! Our teacher wanted us to write poetic essays, glorifying the beauty and grace of the monsoons. My essays were generally about streets waterlogged with dirty brown water in which snakes and other vile things swam, which bred mosquitoes and kept me house bound. The best part of my essays would be about the hot tea and potato pakoras that my mother would fry. “Is this an essay about food?” my teacher would demand to know of me. Why couldn’t I write pretty essays about the Monsoon?
Well, I went out with my camera and thought I’ll try a photo essay on the Monsoon — for once, a pretty one 🙂