Just a few issues are for sure in India: that the worth of onions will rise earlier than an election, that an India-Pakistan match shall be described as ‘greater than cricket’, and that elections won’t ever be held in monsoon. The calendar is ruthlessly clear: Our nice democratic extravaganza unfolds within the snug shades of spring or winter. By June, when the clouds collect and the primary raindrops hit, the poll containers are already tucked away. Coincidence? Hardly.

It’s not that the Indian monsoon is apocalyptic. It’s not a Katrina, a Harvey or a storm with a Viking title. In reality, in most locations the rain is oddly well-behaved. It arrives roughly on schedule, cools the earth, restores groundwater and offers farmers cause to exhale. However let it rain for 2 hours in Gurgaon and abruptly the Millennium Metropolis seems to be like an audition tape for Atlantis. Automobiles bob like half-hearted gondolas, workplace towers flip into aquariums, and WhatsApp fills with memes of company executives rowing to work.

The issue isn’t that the rain is catastrophic. The issue is that it’s revealing.

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