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Ecstasy And Agony: A Contradiction Called Monsoons

This issue is an ode to that raindrop. There are stories from that place called ‘inside out’, where absence and presence collide and become a song of love and loss. That’s what the rains do. They make us see.

Wild & Carefree: An abandoned figure of a woman that was previously part of the decor at a tea place in Central Avenue near Chembur. The shop shut down, but the figure was left behind. Photo: Chinki Sinha

“I saw a raindrop, once, on the hood of a car in a used car dealership, just that one shining drop, but it had everything around it. In it, all of the other cars and pickups, every red, yellow and blue plastic pennant flapping above it, a row of newly planted saplings standing in line by the highway with bandaged trunks and saggy guy-wires, the whining traffic and the sky overhead that was looking more and more like rain, four or five swallows darting within it.”

— From Raindrop by Ted Kooser

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