The monsoon's burst is not our word here in Punjab; we wait for the "chhota monsoon" from the east, a relief but often shy. That October heat you call 'heat' is our blessing, the "moti" sunshine that dries the last paddy before harvest. My life says the true break is not in rain, but in the sky clearing after Diwali, when the air finally loses its weight and we can breathe. It is the rhythm of the combine harvester, not the cloud, that sets our seasons.
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