At the dead of the night, the rain-moths embrace their shadows on the frosted glass.The window –sill is carpeted with wings .The garden walk is strewn with innumerable carcasses of one-day glory.

Where were the creatures the last season ? Then the weather was warm and oppressive. It was only towards the vaporous evenings that light rain kissed the fragrant earth. Nowhere was the north-west monsoon in sight and these fairy creatures crouched under the earth with half-sprouted wings for take-off.

This season it is entirely different .These are long wet nights followed by rich rakings of their gossamer wings.


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