When it rains, it pours. I have been trying to think of an accurate way to describe the rain here. When you’re in Tagore, the rain sounds like a thousand waves are continuously crashing on the roof, one after another after another. It’s a nearly constant roar. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced rain like this before: heavy, pounding, relentless. I find myself transfixed by the rain, wondering how there is possibly still more water up in the clouds, when it has been pouring for four hours already.
You can safely assume it has been raining a lot here.
However, despite the rain, life goes on. This Friday we went to a North Indian Cultural Show of sorts that was taking place called Satrang ‘15. Organized and hosted by students here on campus, it featured some dance numbers, musical acts, skits (though these were entirely in Hindi so we were sufficiently confused), and even a fashion show featuring both Indian and “western wear,” with accompanying music. Everyone who performed was so talented; one guy played simply the tambourine, which probably sounds boring, but it was the fastest, most intense tambourine playing I’ve ever seen. You felt a little out of breath after watching him perform.
The highlight, in our opinion at least, of this event was the North Indian food we were promised after the show. While the food at Tagore is good and the staff could not be sweeter it is always nice to have something new for a change.
The food was pretty amazing, and I would totally describe in detail what we ate, but I don’t exactly know for sure what it was. They did assure me it was “pure veg” before eating.