Why does it always rain on me?

Dozed off at around twelve in the noon today. Was woken by the rumbling of the clouds. I kept my eyes shut. Tried recalling the rainy days, days ago. Thoughts treacled in like rainwater in a shabby tea stall on the roadside. And along came all the sights and smells. Thoughts that I used to think. But that was a long time back. Before I learnt the things I know now. That was before Gariahaat flyover was built. Before you heard of Mc Donalds setting up a shop in Calcutta. Before I knew that Irish coffee had whiskey in it. Or that people in North Korea are terribly poor...poorer than people in our country. As I said before, it was a long time back.

And I thought of the rainy days still to come. And I knew I was a dreaming. I opened my eyes, took a deep breath and decided to wake up.

Koel called in the afternoon. She's going back tomorrow. Felt bad. Away from the place she loves so much. No less than I do. Why do we all have to? I better shut up.