Rabi

My name is Rabi.

Rabi is living in a straw house.

...I made out that he would be here before the rabi harvest is ripe; the corn is green enough yet, but I thought that after work I would come over here to meet him.

The monsoon had failed at the beginning but picked up very well later, so the rabi crop would be just fine and the wars they mentioned had taken place a year and a half ago.