This Tropic of Cancer line decides that our Rajasthan sun will roast you like a chapati on a tawa. It makes the north tropical, yes. But 'tropical monsoon'? That old name makes the rains sound so reliable. From my balcony, I watch the geraniums thirst. The rains now are all *jugaad*—either a flood or a no-show, never the steady rhythm my father remembered.
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