In the evening, Kavita sat on the balcony, enjoying the post-rain breeze. The wet earth fragrance hung in the air. The sky was a painting of gray and orange brushstrokes. Monsoon was in full swing and she loved this time of the year. The darkening of the skies in the middle of the day, the sudden downpours, the respite from heat. When it showered hard, the splashing water on the concrete made the pattern of a cup. She had her own expression for a big rain it rained cups that day. ...