Delhi: Nor'wester

Yesterday, the smell of the wet earth, the rush of the gusty winds, the thundering orange skies, the electric turbulence of lightening, the big raindrops splattering on the ground all reminded me of Calcutta and home, of  love and longing, of beauty and innocence, of a sepia-tinged frame of life, of an unspoken loss and a free-spirited restlessness, of emotional churning and ineffable feelings.