I have my share of monsoon memories — some happy, some gloomy

First up, let me say, I hate the rains. Not the rains in Mumbai because it turns everything grey and depressing — I hate the rains, period. As a child, my parents wondered why I would get mayoos on certain days. Then they figured it out. A cloud in the sky and my mood would begin to change. Rain, and my face would be longer than a queue for alcohol in a village liquor shop on a holiday eve.