Raining tears for MJ? ... maybe

It really did rain cats and dogs this morning. It still is. Chrys had a hard time hailing a cab. When one finally stopped, it was parked across an enormous puddle... almost a stream. When Chrys requested him to draw the cab up a little closer, the fellow just drove away. So my drenched and dejected hubby returned home to try and book one of those city taxi services. All in vain 'coz they promised to send something after noon. Finally he had to request a colleague to send over his car (with the driver).

The day didn't start so well for Chrys, but I am enjoying the rain. I don't need to step out today, so I can just sit by our large french windows with a steaming cup of tea and watch the raindrops pitter-patter on the railings. Occasionally a crow or a pigeon soaked to it's bones would give me company and then fly off. Today it's pouring... so much that I think most parts of Mumbai may be flooded. Even then people wouldn't skip work, they'll swim to their destination if need be. It's not about the spirit of Mumbai and all that... it's just force of habit. Mumbaiites don't find their mornings complete unless they have travelled in cramped trains, with wet umbrellas being poked into their eyes. Cheap thrills I say.

Speaking of thrills, the world's very own Thriller is dead. I woke up to this grim news. Now, I'm not too interested in the strange life of Michael Jackson, but I really enjoyed his music. I hope he is finally at peace.