Miss Varsha enjoys her namesake

Just a quick note sending out love, kisses and a general feeling of bonhomie and joi de virve to all and sundry.
Lest people look askance at this sudden sunny attitude, let me clarify. In fact there is a rather clever pun in that last line, but I don't want to toil over it. The fact is that after groaning under a never ending winter and at the tail end of a ten month long drought, it has been raining all day here. And raining hard. Like real rain, like in India, and not the pi$$ant sprinkles that gets the Lutherans undies all tied up.

Oh it's an absolutely GORGEOUS day in my opinion.

For those whose dubious parentage does not stretch back to UP (the heart of Indias Hindi speaking heartland), and since due to an entrenched post colonial hangover, Babelfish is unable to provide translation services to the mother tongue of HALF A BILLION people (but if you need the upper danube dialect of Latvian ? you BETCHA !), Varsha means rainfall.

Miss Varsha