the rant unravels

see, as i've said before, Calcutta really strips the romance out of rain. i've been fervently praying to the weather-workers for a sound drizzle or two, but i had SUCH an experience last night. Mrinalini and I had gone over to the B.C.library and had a fun time immersing ourselves amongst shelves of Romatic writers. then i insisted on maintaining my tradition of whiling a while away at the new-fangled cafe...on descending, we really walked into the heart of a tempest. and it wasn't quite as romantic as it may sound. we waited, exercised varying degrees of optimism, and finally decided to venture out when the shower had waned to a mizzle. but real perils awaited us. we traipsed up and down camac street, jumping over obnoxious puddles...we were both beginning to feel like pendulums, oscillating to the obscure rhythm of Plain Bad Luck. i guess we walked for miles and miles, from stretch to stretch with no taxi in sight. oh and the buses were literally over-flowinf with floods of people crammed in. and i was silly enough to have taken the trouble of leaving my umbrella back home. so we were drenched, dreadfully tired, (we'd had an excruciating exam that morning), and dis-tastefully dis-illusioned. the occasional taxi bluntly refused to accept us as passengers, preferring to take older people, mostly men. i was so hoping we'd run into a friend, a saviour. finally we decided upon using the metro, and then taking an auto to gariahat and finally walked down the last stretch together. gosh!!

hmm

why don't some people call when i want them to?!

"sweet summer sweat?"

How is this summer sweet? t'is most vile!