Enough is enough.
From the Arabian Sea to the Bay of Bengal, India’s opposite coast.
To Chennai, state capital of Tamil Nadu, and the Madras of former times.
A friend has an installation on show in the city.
And I need to get out of my house!
The weather forecast mentions more rain in Chennai.
Not to worry:
I must learn not to fret over that which I cannot control.
Picture of a puddled lane taken in Fort Cochin.
The rain stops and the sun appears.
But our chickens are skeptics.
They remain under shelter in what’s left of the yard.
Picture taken in our side-yard.
The roof terrace is a sorry sight.
Since my return to India the rain has barely ceased.
This was something of a miscalculation.
I choose to visit my family in friends in Britain and America specifically during June and July for a reason:
to avoid the worst of Kerala’s monsoon.
This year, however, the rains have proved excessively heavy and markedly prolonged.
In the last few days Cochin airport has been closed for days at a time, schools sat empty, the ferry to the mainland was suspended,
and my roof-terrace became a dangerous place to visit.
As monsoon storms lashed the house, the sound if my hard-wood blinds beating against the terrace’s walls worried me during the day and kept me awake a night.
Yesterday Sebastian, my carpenter, came to fix the problem.
He and his workmate have permanently locked the lower edges of the blinds to the walls with heavy-duty fastenings.
I am not quite sure how this will affect the annual repaint. At that stage we might have to think again.
But sleep came more easily last night.
The expression “batten down the hatches” probably originated in 1867
Pictures taken on my roof terrace.
A chance of scattered showers…
Picture taken in Fort Cochin,
Palm fronds reflected in a street puddle.
Picture taken in Fort Cochin
Morning errands can now be started.
Pictures taken in Fort Cochin.
The rain subdues into gentle drips
Picture taken early this morning in Fort Cochin
A monsoon-battered bloom floats on the road.
Picture taken outside my house.
Picture taken in the Holy Cross Basilica, Fort Cochin
Last week we picked the last of the mangos from my yard.
These stragglers were still not yet ripe but they faced rotting if left on the tree.
And, sure enough, yesterday the monsoon arrived in earnest.
The umbrella repair man
is very much in demand, just now.
Pictures taken in Thoppumpady, Kerala.
The combination of poorly maintained roads
and prolonged rain
Does little to make harvesting any easier
For India’s faceless army of labourers.
Pictures taken in Cochin.
As the monsoon continues to fall on the Malabar coast,
There is just the one option:
Picture taken while the rain falls in Palace Road, Cochin.