There was nothing romantic about the rain today. Nothing poetic even.
Muddy water flooded up the streets. I walked through this, holding my breath, convinced that I will slip and fall to my death in some open pothole. A pregnant woman was reduced to tears by the high-handed cab drivers and the buses that were bursting apart. People kept walking past, throwing rubbish into the water. Runaway slippers and plastic wrappers were floating past me.
It was like we were at the epicentre of a large drain and were trying to get out before the toxic waste killed us.
After a point, the gutters and the street became one. It wasn't even just an analogy by the end of the evening.
The rains failed me today. Instead of a surreal story to tell, they left me with some clammy bitterness that I had to wash away with soap once I got home.
Muddy water flooded up the streets. I walked through this, holding my breath, convinced that I will slip and fall to my death in some open pothole. A pregnant woman was reduced to tears by the high-handed cab drivers and the buses that were bursting apart. People kept walking past, throwing rubbish into the water. Runaway slippers and plastic wrappers were floating past me.
It was like we were at the epicentre of a large drain and were trying to get out before the toxic waste killed us.
After a point, the gutters and the street became one. It wasn't even just an analogy by the end of the evening.
The rains failed me today. Instead of a surreal story to tell, they left me with some clammy bitterness that I had to wash away with soap once I got home.
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