Mussoorie Monsoons

Monsoons. Wet, misty, cleansing, refreshing. I love it. It might be a bit hard to trudge up the hill in soaking clothes, but, it's still a fun experience. While running down to dorms for check in, I passed a gushing river, not to mention a waterfall. My shoes got fungus in them. I left my other pair of wet shoes to dry and a spider laid eggs in them. What an adventure...


Monsoons. Refresh yourself.

A Tribute To My Father

All my life you’ve always cared,
Everything you owned was shared,
With a little girl with a little face,
Who couldn’t even tie her shoelace!

You cared for me when I was ill,
For me you’ve paid a heavy bill,
Not only money but also time,
Enough to last a whole lifetime.

Your outsides might have changed a lot,
Has your heart changed since, I think not?
You’re still the same dad, just a little older,
Always ready to give us a shoulder.

Sometimes I might say things I don’t mean,
But, hey, Dad, now I’m a teen,
That should not change anything,
Please don’t take my babbling.

So old man, now you’re 49,
Time to check your waistline,
Grey hair and balding too,
What are we going to do?

We’ll love you and laugh at every joke,
We’ll laugh so hard we’ll cry and choke,
We’ll always be your family,
Mom, Sahil, and me.

So, what are your dreams, you’ve fulfilled mine,
You’ve always been a good guideline,
Trying to help us more than you,
We’ll always love the things you do.

This isn’t much compared to how cool you are,
What more can I say Dad? You’re a star!
We love to see you shine in the sky,
Please stay this way forever…

- Rupal, Sahil, and Mom