Two weeks ago, I was charmed by the moods of monsoon in Hampi. It rained in bits every now and then, rarely needing me to run for a shelter, allowing me to feel the raindrops on my body throughout the day. The earth wore a green cover, and there was livestock taking advantage of it everywhere. Clouds hid the typically unbearably bright sun of Hampi and kept the weather just perfect. I couldn’t have asked for more.