90s Monsoon!

The wind spoke to the mango trees,

 Which turned them lighter,

Sweeter and better.

That was a call for dance; dancing in the rain.

When anticipation crackled in the air,

thick like the approaching monsoon clouds.

Then, a rumble, a flash, and

the world plunge into darkness.

We muddleheads with the magic of the '90s

scrabbled for candles, and then

kerosene lamps sputtered to life.

Flickering shadows danced on the mud walls,

as the family huddles around the tiny

Doordarshan screen.

Sunday evenings hummed with steaming chai,

Neighbors gathered close, a welcome sigh.

On worn floorboards, shadows danced

and swayed,

As Lord Rama's exile on the screen displayed.

 Tears welled in eyes, like rain upon the pane,

 Mirroring the sorrow, washing away the strain.

A simpler time,

a shared experience,

brings back the nostalgia of the 90s monsoon.