The rain had started falling just after dusk, wrapping the city in a soft, moody silence. Through the wide glass windows of Siddharth’s high-rise apartment, the world outside glimmered with silver streaks and blurry lights. Inside, warmth hummed gently—a jazz…
The rain had come without warning. It fell in thick, urgent sheets against the windows of the old colonial cottage, the sky bruised and moody. Inside, the power had flickered, then gone completely, leaving only the low hum of the…
The rain had started quietly—just a soft whisper on the windowpane—but now it poured with a wild rhythm, drumming against the glass like a secret trying to break free. Rima tucked her legs beneath her on the velvet couch, the…
The rain had started hours ago—soft at first, a gentle drumming on the balcony tiles—but now, it poured with reckless abandon, soaking the city in silver. Ayesha stood by the French windows, fingers tracing lazy circles on her wine glass,…
The rain had started just as the power went out. Alamin stood by the window, the faint orange of the streetlight barely cutting through the storm’s breath. Behind him, the soft click of a teacup echoed in the dimness. Rokiya…
The rain had been relentless for hours, drumming softly against the old roof tiles of Mahira’s ancestral home in the hills. The monsoon had painted everything in shades of green and grey, turning the air damp, warm, and oddly electric.…
The monsoon had arrived in Mumbai like a whispered secret—slow at first, then suddenly undeniable. Sundeep leaned against the railing of his apartment balcony, the smell of wet earth mingling with the sharp scent of petrichor in the air. The…
The sky over Kolkata darkened slowly, thick clouds rolling in with a mood of their own. Mampi stood by the tall window of her apartment, watching the wind tease the curtains like a lover’s fingers. A storm was coming. But…
The first drops of rain tapped gently on the window pane, but inside Taniya’s flat, the air was already electric. Bapan stood by the balcony door, half-lit by the flicker of a passing storm. His shirt was soaked from the…
The first drops of the monsoon danced on the balcony rail, filling the air with that intoxicating scent of rain on warm earth. Jasmin stood there, barefoot, one hand curled around a coffee mug, the other tucked into the folds…
