It was raining outside as was apparent by the melody emanating from the tinned roof of our garage. The rainy season had just begun after the scorching heat in May. Nature’s thirst from heat seemed to be quenched. Greenery in the fields seemed to revert but the natural music seemed to be on hold. I was relaxing in my room for there was no work pending. My eyes were half closed some what semiconscious. I was hearing some kn...