Indian monsoon lasts longer than usual. During October and sometimes even in November, moss and mushrooms reign over old apartment fences. The charade of migrated birds marks the break of dawn, each one speaking of the obtrusive nature of the cities. In their distinctive chirp, they complain of the tall glass buildings with entangled cable wires messily hanging about. The birds speak of their hindering existence in our shared world. The rain frequently arrives, most days without warning, and the land yields without protests like one who meets a mercurial lover after an indefinite period of longing. If you travel through the Indian subcontinent, you will observe similar weather in a different combination of cultures with their unique food and humidity level. Sri Lanka, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Nepal, Maldives, and India - the entire subcontinent knows that we are not different people, we only tend to differ from one another. We speak in different tongues,…