Thursday, August 12, 2010

That's it. Delhi's weather patterns depend on me. The days I decide to go watch Inception, it rains. Not just rain. IT RAIINNS. From a sunny morning it suddenly transforms into a squally afternoon. The drains all overflow in a matter of minutes which is surely not possible in a developed city.
There is thunder, lightning, waterlogged roads. Knee-deep water. Chairs which break when toto sits on them.
I surrender. It's ok. I'm going to keep telling myself it can't be that good.

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