The monsoon is on in Kolkata. The city looks pristine in the morning after the first showers of the day.The roads look washed, the buildings too and the trees and grass never looked more green.Nowhere is this more apparent than the vast stretches of the Maidan. I go to my place of work after travelling over the Circular road flyover. Occasionally the traffic piles up and you are left waiting on the flyover itself. Turning right, looking through the rain splattered car windows, I saw the Victoria Memorial staring at me.White, a little sodden, but huge..an overwhelming presence. All the cars were pygmified, static and curiously silent. The gusty winds made the tallest trees sway--but the edifice just looked through it, as it stood proud, haughty and aristocratic. As the traffic lights changed, we silently slinked past, ordinary mortals beside a legend. Victoria Memorial didn't bat an eyelid.....