Monsoons are the life of nature. They might evoke a sweet thought, a texture for the artist, deep-fried pakoda for the olfactory senses, kadak chai as a faithful companion and many lives taking birth out of the earth. However, it is also a curse, an undesirable fate. It showers upon hopes and emotions built over months. It makes cattle and pets scream; the children hide to escape the wrath of this unfriendly season. In balance, monsoons are an act of good faith. If it is more, it is a curse; if not, the preceding dry season prays for its arrival. The monsoon teaches us each year about the madhyam marga that the Buddha preached. Do we have a medium that would capture the soul of monsoons? Can anyone justify the amorphous nature of the monsoons? Perhaps we have now. When Outlook pitched the idea of an issue on the monsoons, I started thinking about the concept of rains, which was not always good for me. I reprobated rain because it would dirty our unpaved pathway, while the gutters would flow into our houses with all the disgusting waste finding its way into the place where we ate and slept. It reminded me of Nagraj Manjule’s national award-winning short film Paavsacha Nibandh.