Editorial note: Monsoon, Rains, Water

When we conceived of this issue a couple of months ago, the monsoon season was on in full swing across South Asia. Strangely enough, in Southwestern Ontario, where I now live, scarcely a day passed us by in July — a month that corresponds to seasonal monsoon showers across many parts of India, my home…

2 poems / Yamini Pathak

Kolkata Rain Skies boil over, lashof wind against the willof slim trees that curve, Apsarasin arabesque, sent from Indra’sheavens to tempt us from our duties Slanting sheets mud scentspaints pant-bottoms and hemsof sarees draggle wet and heavy Rickshaw-pullers slip and strain lean muscleagainst ribcage in streets with no drainage Come, lay down your armsbefore the…

2 poems / Gavin Barrett

Konkan The rain is no god of mercy for the koli fishmonger,her sari tucked between her legs her pomfrets in her basket flashing silver praise for the downpourwhile she fears for her husband. The shore is jet and foam, the black-skinned basalt swollenpeople breaking on the tide of monsoon funerals the church bells tollingdeath and…

Water photos

By Joyce Yarrow Joyce Yarrow was raised in the Southeast Bronx, but at a young age escaped to Manhattan, where she wrote poems and stories while riding the bus through the Lower East Side. Her latest novels are Zahara and the Lost Books of Light and Sandstorm. When Joyce is not writing, she enjoys taking…

Monsoon photo essay: Winding Joy

By Rituparna Roy We have a new visitor at home this monsoon: a creeper. And it’s difficult to convey just how much joy it has brought in our famished lives – my daughter’s and mine. Sixteen months since the pandemic struck us in India, confinement at home is now a way of life – willy-nilly,…

Monsoon Artwork

By Haimonti Dutta Part I of three paintings depicting monsoon shows the advent of rain on parched land in rural Bengal and is motivated by the following lines from the writings of Rabindranath Tagore: গগনে গরজে মেঘ, ঘন বরষা………পরপারে দেখি আঁকাতরুছায়ামসীমাখাগ্রাম খানি মেঘে ঢাকা সোনার তরী | রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain….

An Account of a Night too Brief

By Nafis Shariar “A rainy day is dull and gloomy. The sky is overcast with thick clouds. None can go out without an umbrella. Water stands on the roads and the roads become muddy and slippery. Those who have offices and other businesses go out with umbrellas over their heads, shoes in hand and clothes…

A visit to the Noh Kalikai falls – an Ode to my fluid grief

By Anusmita Mukherjee At the foot of Noh Kalikai falls is blue water- bright topaz blue. From a distance, it looks like a small puddle but anybody plunging into the waterfall would die a bone breaking death. Would the red then spread like watercolour on a palette ? Or, would it be too insignificant an…

On Monsoons, Murakami, and A Boy Named Mahala

By Selina Sheth “Rain has the power to hypnotize,” writes Haruki Murakami in his dream-like novel South Of The Border, West Of The Sun. “Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality.” So feels Murakami’s protagonist…

Rain to a Teenager

By Anindita Satpathi Is the image of a solitary rain watcher, aloof and inexorably drawn to the rhythm of the falling drops, a universal one? The gazer’s absorption in the rain makes it seem as if they are harbouring a secret, one that makes them oblivious to the spray on their fingers resting on the…