It wasn’t monsoon but toxic rain. Diya drenched in the doldrums. Her head bloated, brain turned barren. Her body curved as a cashew nut. Her legs and arms dried. Aches and anxieties grow up in the cashew farm. Sad sap oozes out of her mouth. Her doll lies dead. Now she isn’t a girl but a remnant on an empty mat. *Endosulfan is a deadly insecticide. First published in issue #14 of The Literary Hatchet by Pear Tree Press, US, and then reprinted in my book, 'Kanoli Kaleidoscope' by Punkswritepoemspress, US.