Strange! There is a season for rain in north India. This is not it. This is winter. The season of dry cold and bitter chills. Yet it's raining. Do you know what? I'm thrilled. It's not as cold as it might have otherwise been. I love the rain, moreover. I always have. Still, unusual weather conditions are to be dreaded here. If you live in a house which is not fit against the rain, you have a problem. Then there's my husband, travelling Lucknow-wards in the train, like he does every evening. He doesn't have a raincoat. I hope it'll be cleared up by the time he gets out of the train. I'm so glad that it started raining because today in my house they started using the 'angeeti', a small indoor fire which runs on coal. I have a tendency towards asthmatic and bronchial illnesses so the 'angeeti' is not good news for me with its horrible fumes. Well hopefully, this rain will banish it for a while. Tomorrow is the first annive
An Irishwoman living an East/West Life