After the parting of the rain.

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- 'Where did we come to rain? We just went for a walk. '

Rasad took a break after bathing Ahmedabad for three days. However, our chest was not throbbing. The meteorological department did not believe in the rains despite the forecast of two to three days of rain.

Seeing the army of black clouds, one would be terrified to know that it has just collapsed. The contents of the house - especially the dry clothes from B to B - did not get loose and the rain water trying to climb the steps of Otala made us panic and finally the rain hit us. I had no idea when or where the clouds slipped out of space. 'Where did we come to rain? We just went for a walk. '

And in an hour or so, the sun, hidden behind the clouds, began to peek, and the peacock came out, making sure that there was no more disaster.

We are now convinced that the hidden clouds will not come out anytime soon. Seeing Surajdada in the palace, we believed in him. It occurred to me that Rakhri Rakhdi might have parted from the tired cloud break. In our anxious minds, the rains would not come anytime soon, and even the meteorological department had almost assured us of a 'probability', so after two days of bathing in the rain, the house was now occupied with damp walls.

The evening had fallen.

After eating porridge in the rain, its dampness almost relaxed our body parts to find rest.

How about cooking in a humid, humid environment? And who likes to set up a kitchen on a floor covered with moisture and dampness? And there was a strike in the kitchen.

The wife suggested that cooking was not fun today. Wet wet food will not come. Let's make potato poua on gas.

Instead of the daily grind of bhakri shak or kheechadi, tasty tasty potato poona can be shirtaaj. The two items were present in his wife's kitchen.

The housewife, like a skilled cook, made a confluence of crispy potatoes and pooja, adding a spice that would make you like in the coldest monsoon. And a small assistant on the side put the tea on the gas. On a wet monsoon evening, how many times tastier are the potatoes than the bhakri vegetables? And together they both enjoyed the spice tea.

Sometimes, on a damp evening or in the absence of ingredients, it warms the heart like a potato or a goat, makes the tongue taste bitter - it has a delicious taste.

Instead of sipping two or two and a half cups of tea every evening, this spicy tea is a great treat.

Not only for the family, but also for a little TV with a snack of delicious potato poona. Seeing made the night short by lengthening the bed.

In the scorching heat of a summer afternoon, A.C. Not only the bliss that we enjoy in the shade of AC .. but also the sleep that feels like a different kind of sleep than a summer afternoon sleep by covering our body under the blanket. Waking up a little earlier than usual in the morning, the wife of the Home Minister took over the administration. In the shadow of her, the resident (husband) took care of the morning's affairs so as not to disturb her. The rain also paused. And the faintly warm sunshine from the window touched our eyelids and when we woke up lazily, the morning was warmed by the faint sunshine.

The dampness of the house was light, and I wondered where the huge army of ants would go. But instead of allocating such leisure, it is not right to indulge in spicy tea in the morning? The morning became warmer with the grace of Surajdada and a new consciousness unfolded in the body.