Bangalore rained

My new collegeaue comes stroking his hair; back of his shirt wet from the rainfall. And I pull up the curtains at my side, to the employees scurrying down with their umbrellas outside, mostly in black above their heads. The windshield wipers wouldn’t stop as the cars moved back and forth.
To be somewhere inside a room full of light and listen to Bangalore rains was enthralling as in my imagination, I had only pictured of its wintry mornings in mist on the parallel highways, between which would be a row of plants with little pink flowers round them.
Thunderstorms. And I go to grab my pantry coffee.

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