Had been to PEN@Prithvi to hear Ranjit Hoskote read his mesmerizing poetry. Got the book and waiting in anticipation to start. Let’s say at the corner of an hour, on a pleasant breezy morning, in this month of monsoon, as window light turns a lush green and frogs and princes rain, I shall open the first page and read – in the ordered way and haphazard. I’ll follow the whim of rain as it footfalls on my roof. Let its mood dictate as I drown or swim.