Monsoon Lovers
It had been a very hot four hours on the bus bound for Delhi The scorching summer sun showed no sign of letting go. I had been travelling along with a group of documentary filmmakers. We were to stop for the night at a roadside hotel at a remote hill station where the next day’s journey would take us into the Delhi. I stepped out of the bus in my dusty blue jeans, boots and white T shirt, flicking my hands through my hair. It was mid-afternoon and we had all sat down in the shade, for some...