The rain, the mud, the tea, and the kind of happiness I didn’t know I would miss this much.

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Nonetheless, this is another aspect… this aspect is different.

It was not only about missing Nani, but it was also concerning all that made her house a world of its own.

I still recall that it was so unusual and lovely how summer would be scorching in other places, but Karnataka would catch us off guard with rain. At first it was gentle, then quite suddenly it was loud enough to draw us out without a second thought.

When it rained, we never hung about indoors.

We ran.

Straight into it.

No hesitations, no warnings, no you will get dirty, as that was the entire idea. The mud would cling to our…