MANSOON RAIN - CHAPTER 3 The feeling of homecoming is something that couldn’t be describable, The aroma of your home town, those narrow lanes, and that big “Kotha” standing in all its pride at the end of the lane, and this is all about Home, that is “Shantivan”. Paying the driver off, when I entered into our kotha, there is a unusual silence in the atmosphere, something so creeping and deep, which usually leaves a feeling of something amiss amid of all the crowd and make you to wonder what there used to be that you are so used to it. Shantivan is used to be crowded all the time, My grandfather was a renowned person in our town back at his time, he was the only Graduate and bearing the tag of “Raj-gharana”, people used to respect him and saw him as leader. Even long after Grandfather, people show same respect that they used to be, now in this modern era. This makes me more impatient as I hurried towards main door. Madhvi, our prime cook’s daughter, who also w...