Moistened by the magical monsoons, a blanket of humid air is sprouting new life. Wandering through the zigzagging paths, I marvel at the play of changing light. I gasp, at the sight of two lone mushrooms. They stand tranquil and tall. Prancing their beautiful circular umbrellas, they seem to ask:

Are you, an introvert?
Ecstatic under a resplendent spot-light!

Or

Are you, an introvert?
Reticent, and thrilled, to be out of sight!