Much as I love the lush monsoon green of new life, I confess I don't love the mildew that has crept its way into every crevice of my damp house. My asthma makes me feel like I'm perpetually running a marathon. The sound of rattling lungs has become my morning alarm clock. I exaggerate. Slightly.

Then there's the monsoon sights that take away my ability to breathe in a totally different way:

Doon Valley




Tiger Lily after rain



Moon rising over the chukkar