Rain trickling down between the tin grooves on the roof

collecting and falling into the little tank
lazy flies refusing to fly out of the open window
the charcoal fire outside brings in a musty smell
sitting a few hundred meters above sea level watching rain & clouds merge
a hot cup of ginger tea beckons…
could this memory be of Vairangte in Mizoram,
or Thoubal in Manipur,
or the little guest house in Mahabaleshwar in Maharashtra…