“Not human screaming — the wind. The monsoon had escalated overnight from a storm into something primal, something that sounded like the sky itself was being torn apart. Rain came sideways, hammering the windows with a force that rattled the glass in the frames. The sound was relentless — not the gentle patter of a Mumbai rain shower but the full-throated roar of the Arabian Sea monsoon, the kind that sinks fishing boats and strips leaves from trees and turns dirt paths into rivers within minutes.”