Waterproof

Well so none of us are dead, yet.

Apparently the terrorists have something else on their mind, and I will not deny that I am finding this entire fiasco extremely fascinating.

I had one of those bad days today, the kind you so don't want to wake up to, but you know you need to get through with it, so you just do it anyway. Sorry about the vagueness, but that is all I can afford to divulge right now.

Calcutta somehow makes me drowsy all the bloody time. And why not, where else will you see change in weather to the tune of bright scorchy sunny to earth shuderring crazy downpour in a matter of 1 minute. And I say so not exagerrating one bit; which, I agree is quite good by my standards. Here, no way can your plan your day by the weather. You step out into the bright and brilliant Calcutta sunshine and end up dripping colour off your clothes the next hour.

But I am not complaining. It's nice and coy. Some kind of a cosmic conspiracy, a plot that fiddles with your head. It's like the city is playing with you, luring you into the puddle infested shambles and daring you to keep yourself from freaking out.








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