Sudhanshu K.

​Sawan: Between the Thunder and the Rain ​You can call me Sawan. ​Yes, like the season. And honestly? I’ve always felt I had to live up to the name. It’s not just a name; it’s a mood. It’s the scent of the first rain on dry, thirsty earth (petrichor, for the poets). It’s the sound of thunder in the distance, promising something big is on its way. It's the sudden, vibrant burst of green that covers