Monsoon is a poem of love and longing that follows the path of monsoon which originates near Madagascar and traverses the Indian Ocean to reach the Himalayas and back to Madagascar. As monsoon travels, the rich sights and sounds, languages and traditions, costumes and cuisine, flora and fauna, festivals and monuments, and the beauty and splendour of the Indian Ocean islands and the Western Ghats, East and North India, Bhutan, Nepal and Tibet are invoked. The poem weaves the Indian Ocean Islands and the Indian Subcontinent into one poetic thread connected by monsoon, offering an unparalleled sensuous experience through strikingly fresh verses which have the immense power to transport the readers to a magical world.
What a let down after The Seduction of Delhi. The book traces the arc of the monsoon from Madagascar to the Himalayas, and while the intent was to capture the sights and sounds of the seas, the mountains, the cities it traverses, all it does is tick check boxes, mentioning one or two things characteristic of each of those places, and moves on. So, you probably have some 200+ places mentioned in its 150 verses, and it's utterly boring, like speed reading an Atlas. Hard pass.