I didn’t really believe the monsoon existed in Delhi. (For some reason, I also didn’t believe Delhi had a winter either; but it was so cold in December that Dave had to buy me a long, puffy jacket when he went back to New York.)
But I can now say I have seen, felt, and itched the fact that Monsoon Wedding isn’t an oxymoron movie title.
According to the news, the monsoon is here early, and it’s killing people. So what’s it like?
1) Delhi is a very dirty city. I always bemoaned the lack of rain to wash the streets clean. Well, now it’s all just mud.
2) Mosquitoes! I haven’t seen many since last fall, but they have hatched. It’s still hot, so when I got home I changed into shorts and a tank top and then ate my dinner watching the Discovery Channel. Thirty minutes later I was shocked when I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and found all my exposed skin covered in bites. Seeing them made the itch begin. I’m now dressed in a long sleeved shirt, pants and socks. Eh, I’m getting overheated.
3) Despite all this rain, life goes on. Motorcycles are a cheap and convenient means of transportation in India, and if you are used to commuting on your motorcycle with your wife sitting side-saddle behind you while wearing a sari, there’s really nothing much you can do about the rain. You just zoom along with the rain pouring on you, sloshing through puddles, and hope you dry before you have to go somewhere again.