Science & Environment, Journalist & Writers Association, India

That day, monsoon was on steroids, nature seemed to be on the furious mode just like the octagenerian sitting and starring out of the fenced grills from the covered veranda. Wind had also acquired the pace of the monsoon and it was leaving a chilling effect on the old man sitting, and cursing the untimely rainfall. His Carvan was beside him and Jagjit Singh was also accompanying the monsoon along with the melancholic mood of the old man. There was a train of thought that was running from his tangled mind, which was kind of a flashback of  his life experiences. He was upset that he willnot be able to go for his evening walk, he will not be able to watch the football match from the countryside, which he loves to enjoy comfortably sitting on the Road roller parked nearby. But this rain 🌧️ disrupted the entire show. Now once this plan cancelled,then he started to look for others, he called his grand daughter and they started to talk. The conversation, during its flow stick to a topic...