Hi readers! I’m trying to schedule and send out more and more of these newsletters. Tell me if you like one kind more than the other? Wherever you are, I hope you read this with a warm drink in hand, curled up on the sofa, possibly able to gaze at the sky. xx

For most people the monsoon season is a stand in for rain, sprawling greenery, and boundlessness in general. But what we get in Delhi is not even a joke in the name of monsoons. It’s hardly even drizzles. It’s mostly pitters, accompanied by some patters. This is also only every now and then, ab und zu. When it’s cloudy, it doesn’t necessarily convert into rains or a breeze or a jolly, whooshing round of thunderclaps. When it’s cloudy, it means just that — cloudy.