The beginning of the Indian monsoon is one of the most anticipated weather events on the subcontinent. I was waiting in the ticket line at the Taj Mahal when the monsoon hit north-central India. Immediately everyone began to rush for cover. I was delighted and stepped out to enjoy the cold, soaking rain. After determining that the rain was unlikely to stop anytime soon and without an umbrella, my hosts and I decided to brave the water and see the Taj Mahal in the rain. It was glorious. I took the picture on the left of fellow revelers enjoying the newly formed pool. I think it was a very special way to see the Taj Mahal and I will always remember it. I regret, however, that the same rains that day brought such devastation farther north. I am keeping the people of Uttarakhand in my thoughts.
WHEN THE MONSOON FOUND ME
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