This afternoon I was at Loreto for quite a while, and when I came out I realised that it was going to pour. Indeed, it just took a short 3 minutes, and the heavens opened up. As usual, no umbrella,instead there were these precious library books which could not afford to get wet. So, I took shelter in the awning of a shop along with another 10 equally unprepared and therefore very wet people. By then the water had started accumulating on Middleton Row. A chokra boy with a huge brightly striped golf umbrella came by, and I took this shared-shelter and waded to Camac Street. From the relative protection of the huge blue umbrella to a passing car (a Maruti Swift) who would drop me to a cab. Well, it didn't happen that way, because the Maruti Swift got stuck in a traffic jam on waterlogged Camac Street........right in front of Westside / Pantaloons. I hopped off the car, and into Westside. By this time I was quite, quite wet. Nevertheless, an hour spent at Westside dried me somewhat. By that time, the rain had stopped.....a cab...and then home.
This post has no relevance to anybody except Buria. Buria, it was deja vu. The nearest you can get to that phrase. Same timings, same street, same shops.......uncanny.
I never got to thank you for that wind-swept, rain drenched afternoon two (may be three) years back. Thank you. I had enjoyed it immensely that afternoon, and missed you very much this afternoon.
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do you remember a time when we had bought a HUUUUGe transparent golf umbrella off a chokra boy in kala bagaan lane ( i even remember how much you had paid him).we had given it to Dada.
he opened it and went " baaah!!!" do you rememebr the child like wonder, amazement and the sheer pleasure and joy in opening such a huge umbrella in the middle of the drawing room???
On Saturday, while you were thinking of our shared rainstorm, I was in florida absolutely amazed by the incredible natural powers of the sun's powers, the moon's powers and sheer force of the ocean and how incredibly naturally beautifully SMALL part of nature we are.
then 5 days later i was in costa rica, sitting about 2 kilometers from an active volcano, waiting for it to activate it's erupting powers (which we did finally get to see some 5 hours later) when an incredible tropical thunderstorm washed us into a tiny little pub. soaking wet head to foot i sat in my own puddle and enjoying a mojito at the windown was transported to EXACTLY THE SAME RAINSTORM YOU ARE DESCRIBING IN YOUR BLOG!!
i loved it! i missed you terribly!
@ Buria i am elated
Because we are relared !!!
Funny, how a thunder shower proves to be a platform for a bonding.
@ Sajani....Yes, I remember. Those were the days ! How come LH and Anand did not overtake this memory?
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