The rains are here. The days of ragged raincoats, soggy socks and ubiquitous umbrellas are here.
A tiny red Ganapati sits snugly on the dashboard of a car, the Remover of Obstacles for the car on wet and slippery roads.
The parched earth drinks deeply of the monsoons. Last year we had a long monsoon, almost half the year. Good for the groundwater levels. What was that good old line...Io re io re pausa, paus zala motta, paisa zala khotta....
Some local boys have assembled a makeshift hangout with some culvert pipes. They call themselves Pirate's Boys. This cow and her calves bestow bovine blessings upon them for the shelter in the storm. Maybe there's some one-eyed buccaneers inside the pipes as well.