Monsoon at NIFTEM: A Poet's Diary

The first drops of rain tap against the library window, a soft percussion against the quiet hum of the air conditioning. Outside, the vibrant green of the campus deepens, washed clean into a shade of impossible emerald. This is the magic of the monsoon at NIFTEM. It's a time of reflection, of chai in the canteen, and of watching the world blur through rain-streaked glass. It's a season that invites poetry. *A short poem excerpt:* Grey sky, a canvas wide, Where thirsty earth and clouds collide. The smell of petrichor, a sweet decree, Unlocking words inside of me.