It Only Rains On Me
Delhi, me and rainfall wraps-in into a perfect story. This may sound superstitious, but the first summer showers in Delhi comes forth the day I land in this place. It has happened more than twice in the past and it repeated yesterday as well. The auto-wala was cribbing all along the way from the railway station to the hotel, about the stinky weather that has made life hell for the people in here, less the elite A/C-ed class. Traces of clouds started appearing from nowhere, soon engulfed the whole afternoon skyline into a black covering, and before I could collect my fully dried clothes from the balcony, Delhi experienced its first shower this summer. What a relief!!