We are experiencing pre-monsoon weather or peri-monsoonal weather as we older women would call it. We left the apartment yesterday in thick air. In the car, I told Ramesh in an ominous tone that it would be raining somewhere in Bangalore today. He smiled and said, "no, it is raining somewhere in Bangalore right now." We laughed because he had done this Jedi thing before. Then, lo and grow old, it started to pour just a few minutes later. Pfoummm, all the water in the sky dropped. And a cow came ambling down the road. She was sort of aiming our way, oblivious to the rain. Had it been me, she would have been steak the next day. But Ramesh is a much better driver than me.
So on the way in, I kept imaging the phone call to work. "So sorry, I won't be in today. Ran into a cow when a monsoon hit." Only in India.
Then I asked Ramesh if he would drive us through the gates at IBM and into the compound, rather than have us trudge through mud and cascading rain. He agreed kind of quietly. I thought he didn't want to wait in the long line to get in through the gate. But he knew. Somewhere in Bangalore it was not raining. Like at IBM. Only in India.
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