Hot Chai. Crispy Brown Samosas.
“Don’t forget the chutney”. Mom calls out.
The smell wafts through the house. I know this is coming when the first drops of rain fall on the parched ground. The mud gives off this hard-to-describe smell.
In Karachi, the city where I grew up, rains are scarce. And when it comes, so do chai and samosas.
Why? you ask.
I don’t know.
But its family time. Everyone sits on the porch and sips hot tea, eats samosas and watches the rain.
And mind you – this is real rain. It rains cats and dogs in Karachi…and bring in some other animals as well. Not the annoying, constant drizzle I often experience in Toronto.
I can see some of my friends rolling their eyes as I romanticize the rain in Karachi.
Soon, the the news will be flooded with clogged drains, accidents, traffic jams, power failures
But. For now….
And don’t forget the chutney!