The monsoons are finally here!! but it's not that good out there...almost every road is covered with the dank brown water and it's almost like Venice...without the boats of course. so it's more humid than scorching now...and it's dangerous too, with all that water causing traffic jams and becoming so deep in parts that the water gets into people's cars...i'm glad we only recieve the tail-end of the monsoons after they've passed over India...wonder how bad it is over there? hey joy, does the sheer vastness of the floods schare u too? because it sure scraes me...one of my greatest fears is drowning in that muddy slush in an overturned car. i've got just too many tasks to do, and i'm not doing any one of them. i'm not reading The Scarlet Letter, not getting any more books recommended for literature students, not packing either. i just feel so...inferior sometimes, even though i have no solid reason for it. it's this cousin of mine who writes these great short stories for an international magazine...ufff....her writing's so impressive...her latest story was apparently inspired by one of Sintatra's musicals in which 'people burst into song on every occasion'...i'll never think of anything as good! and the verses which she flung into the story every time it was apt according to the character's feelings were simply awesome...i can't even write any short stories, let alone integrating poetry with them! it isn't fair...even though she's 22, married, and has a kid, she still has time to write, and good stuff at that. i hate it even though i love her.