The rain drowns the glorious sunshine of your hair which look like wet and soggy remains of an over bright morning. You hate the rain and the slumbering local and the stupid rickshawallah who is sure to leer at you later and would try to make small talk and give some half-dirty half towel in the faint hope that you’d half use it. You hate your over long stilettos and your too short skirt (which you had to wear today only) and your boyfriend who is stuck in a meeting and your best friend whose phone is off so you can’t crib…
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