The monsoon is the time for fertility, for flooded rice paddies and rest for the hard working mothers of the earth. It’s a time for long periods of absence and the sweet soft sighs of love.
There is that delicious feeling that is like star burst in your belly that tingles through your bloodstream like lemonade, fizzes across your face into a smile of deep satisfaction and sinks somewhere into your soul for lifetimes to come.
This child has the local label of ‘pagal’, the literal translation of which is “mad’. The label doesn’t bother Sanu and neither does it bother the people who label her so. Pagal is just a broad general term used to describe anyone who doesn’t follow the prescribed social norms in …
