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The Wetty Walk

I made a rare early exit from office today. The only penalty for  such an ‘escape’ lies in the walk back home from the shuttle stop being a rather long one. A colleague accompanied for some distance before we parted ways…she was headed home while I had to visit a shopping mall en route.

On exiting from the mall, I discovered an usually pleasant and inviting surrounding. I was suspicious of a minor storm, maybe even a rainfall. However, the ambient splendor coaxed me not to seek refuge. I braved the wild winds.

I knew I was cunningly tricked when it eventually began to drizzle. I new I was duped big time when the rainfall unleashed its full fury without any warning. Already considerably drenched, seeking shelter would be a waste. People had already scuttled for cover, a few cars hurriedly honked, my shirt and trousers had hugged me in a cold embrace and a young rickshaw driver passing by asked if I would like to hop inside. I disappointed him.

I looked up at the sky, it was a monochromatic gray. Thunders were muffled, as if preserving their crackling fury for another day. For once, I wasn’t repentant of my decision. I had chanced upon a spectacle, something that had escaped me since long. I was chilled to my bones, and loved every moment of it.

The rains intensified, as if imploring me to stay on. I couldn’t, I was fast approaching my destination. Once home, I headed straight for a warm bath. People murmured dissent over my imbecility. I knew I was the wiser of the fools.

Thanks to the Big Bang for getting me wet all over!

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