After a long wait, including bearing the unbearable, oppressive heat, enduring one too many sticky nights, feeling dry parched throats, dealing with extra oily skin, pretending like its okay to wear jeans in the heat, wishing it would just cool down a little, IT. IS. HERE.
Last year we had the most gorgeous monsoon. Goa was transformed. Everything became so lush and pristine. Everything you touched, breathed or tasted was supremely fresh. Crystal clear and so pure. And it was the best way to experience my first ever monsoon.
This year, Iv waited with bated breath, like a mother waiting for her long lost son to return home. And my wait is finally over.
And here’s what Im listening to, as I watch it come down so gloriously washing away everything in its way.