The Bangalore Rain

They curse it. Call it unpredictable. Feel awful about it.

I love it.

And when it rained on that Friday evening, Malleshwaram never looked this pleasant.

It was a pre monsoon shower.Me and Shikya were leaning over the table sipping hot coffee and quietly looking at the road, the sky and the thin traffic on the road. Neither of us felt any need or mood to talk, but just stand in silence and feel.