Driving through a rain swept Delhi, I realised how over the years I've fallen in love with the Golden Shower.
I remember Mumma teaching me the name of the tree. We used to live in 28 then and the lanes used to be lined with Golden Shower trees. I used to love just staring at them for hours at an end. It's amazing how in full bloom there there isn't a single leaf on the tree!
The rain brought all of this back today. Every roundabout had a bunch of wet Golden Showers. The roads were lined with yellow flowers.
The whole ride back seemed surreal to me. Maybe its the lack of sleep....
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