Grass pushes through from cracks in the tarmac, dust and debris accumulated over months gets washed away from sculptures carved by ancient artists many millennia ago, waterfalls turn from tired trickles to tempestuous torrents and the countryside, drab and dreary, turns verdant and vibrant. When the monsoons arrive in this exquisite land called India, the entire country celebrates because the rains bring hope and joy and the promise of bloom and bounty. Then there is that fragrance of wet earth that wafts through the air—the distinct scent of this sublime season complemented by the refreshing taste of hot masala tea and fritters at roadside dhabas.







