{Pic : Our Balcony during the not so relentless monsoons. Taken by Munny at home}

…people spoke of my house
as ‘the house with the flowers’  ;  it exploded
geraniums : such a beautiful
house , with the
dogs and the small fry.

…can you remember my house with the balconies where
June drowned the dazzle of flowers in your teeth?

- Pablo Neruda’s ‘ A few things explained’