Every year, at the peak of summer, in Hyderabad, when the temperature is on the wrong side of 40 degrees centigrade for days on end, we receive a few spells of rain. There is a lot of relief.
And even though this ritual is repeated every year, in the drawing rooms at night, people are still surprised. "Just imagine! Its raining in May!"
So, sure enough, this morning, the weather was cloudy and within an hour it started pouring. I was hoping the rain would continue till I got to the swimming pool for my daily morning swim.
I had a great time. The water was cool, the drops of rain (which are usually thick at this time of the year) on my head and the gentle breeze with the smell of water - all together formed a heady cocktail of exhilaration.