The rains here are different. Relentless, yet intermittent. The roads almost disappear, shying away from the downpour. And the people, most of them, indifferent to the downpours. A part of their lifestyle, the daily afternoon showers. Not many umbrellas as you'd imagine, maybe a few raincoats here & there. The Chaiwala however grins at the sight of the first raindrop, the first of many. He knows he's gonna have his fill. His wife gets busy with the pakoda stall, while he makes hot Irani chai, smiling. A swarm gathers around, seeking refuge, sipping hot Irani chai, pakoda sides. The rains here are different. Everyone has their fill. The rains here are different. The roads, they drown. People's guards, let down. The rains here are different. They bring your memory, but never your scent. I like how the petrichor smells of me and not us. The rains here are different. The rains here are indifferent. They shower on all of us alike. #rains #different #chai
