The sweltering summer, at long last,
Gives way to monsoon in early June.
The title of this poem awakens in me
Recollections of a bygone era,
A trip down memory lane to the reopening
Of schools, heralding the onset of monsoon.

Wearing new clothes, sporting a
Wooden handled umbrella, and
Soaked to the skin, wading through
Muddy water all the way to school,
Sans school bus, sans autorickshaw;
Footwear and bicycles for the lucky few.