Like any good, true blue Indian, I love the rains. The smell of the raindrops falling on the dry earth sets my nerve ends tingling. I flourish when it rains; the dark clouds make me happy, even delirious. In fact, love seems far too inadequate a word to describe just how I feel about the rains. Read more

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