Somehow we make it to the end of this indescribably muggy miserable day, a day so bad that our new Brit volunteer was comforted by the fact that we too were suffering as much as he was! A power cut thrown in, the constant cacaphony of a cement mixer at a construction site not 20 feet from our office and ofcourse the commute back home through the Guinness Book worthy Tollugunje to Tala Park snarl thanks to Mamata Bannerjee at Hazra. God...HOW incredibly resilient we (Kolkatans) are.
And as we listlessly settle down to an equally tiresome night, there is lightening and thunder and rain and a strong breeze which actually pushes me as I stand arms stretched out like some mad bengali boudi -- in a nightie -- doing a Jesus of Brasilia imitation...savouring the blessed coolness.
