Do you remember the monsoon of '93?

We stared at rivers and lakes forming in courtyards, tens of thousands of years unfolding in seconds.

Unnamed waterways snaked their way under the jamun tree, a purple and violet tapestry, garnished with mint and coriander.

Soon the land became a floodplain as the banks burst, foreshadowing the pictures from the news that evening.

It was not just the rains. That year, Prime Ministers and Presidents came and went with the seasonal winds.

And every evening, dark clouds thundered, like the T-rex left alone in that park.