India, Aug. 8 -- Every monsoon, I'm reminded of my childhood when we lived in a rented accommodation in the late '80s. Our house had a garden where all the rainwater from the terrace and the courtyard used to collect. Being an only child of working parents, the bricks of our home, the garden, with a tall mulberry tree in the corner, and the sights and sounds of nature's spectacles, including the rain, were my only friends.

I remember the water cascading down the stairs because the terrace didn't have drainage. I would spend hours just watching the sight. This was my home's Kempty Falls! I used to find the sound of the waterfall absolutely mesmerising.

I had learnt the skill of making paper boats of different colours and sizes as well as...