The Alankuppam kolam spilled over
It seemed that the skies would never relent. One woke up to
the sound of the heavy, steady rain. One went to bed with that sound
reverberating in one’s mind. And in between, one spent one’s days, huddled at
home, or if your work required you to, flitting in and out of the gray walls of
water that simply poured down, without fuss, without the drama of wind and
thunder.
At first, we were delighted. After an unusually hot summer,
and erratic monsoons for over a decade, Aurovilians were relieved to see the
clouds once again deliver the seasonal promise of the North-East monsoon. One
celebrated the raucous bellows of bull-frogs that hopped out of their holes
from where they are aestivating and croaked out to their mates to join them for
well, mating. One watched out when traveling for snakes that had slithered out
of their holes for these were now flooded, and there was a feast of frogs to be
had!
But as the hours of heavy rain turned int...
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