"So where did all that water come from?" That's probably your question.
And it was mine as well as I waded through ankle-deep slimy water towards slumped shadows seeking refuge, from a strong evening shower just around the corner at Laxmi.
"The heavens," some would say but am not quite sure... Oh i can see some of my office mates shaking their head in wonder.... am sure at my sense of humour.... Ah! I know I know... if looks could kill I would have been dead with R, P and N's stares...
Getting back to our wettime story ... Yonder, a taxi had stopped and the spray of the filthy water mushroomed in delight of catching up to the car but before any of us could even get our voices past the music of the raindrops it had vanished.
Priyanka and myself, after a hardly working day, (attempt to murder with another stare) had only enough energy to stretch an arm out and say, 'Bhaiya Sion Jaega?' to which we recieved a prompt 'King Circle mein paani hoga toh wahi ruka dunga" Well, So much for choices... Those are the cabbies for you.... Our saviours.... The taxi lurched and the water took to chase again.
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