The Bombay monsoons were her favourite season. They did not have to wear black Bata shoes but wore rain footwear instead. The plants looked clean and green. The mini waterfalls in Mumbra were a treat. The weather was apt for fried bajjis ( among her favourite snacks) which she had learnt to call bhajiyas on moving to Bombay.
And on some days she would travel all the way to school to find it was shut due to heavy rains. There were no mobiles then and they did not even have a phone. And the journey back home would be thrilling. She would be ready to cosy up with an Enid Blyton or some such, munch away at the snacks at home, fix herself some macaroni and hot chocolate.
Then she would await her Amma's return from college for the deep fried goodies. No phones, no computers, no cable TV. Just the monsoon magic of a surprise holiday .
View from my cabin
Anush has an off today once again at school, due to the rains. She was thrilled at the holiday and said " Again no school today!!"
She wanted to know if I could stay home to be with her. . .
Chennai monsoon fun - enlarge and note the spellings