Woke up really fresh and invigorated at a little earlier than 0600hrs - unaided by alarm. It was pleasantly windy, and the sky wondrously cloudy. It was an awesome experience to sit by our 'cinemascopic' window, sift thru the day's Newspapers and occasionally stare at the Powai lake as water dropped lightly from the firmament.

As I left for work, I decided against putting on my wind-cheater, as my new yellow Tee and new sneakers seemed to suit the weather perfectly. I hadn't finished walking 100m and it began to pour. I hurriedly took shelter under the corrugated sheets extending from the roof of a nearby shop. Was relatively dry and was really enjoying watching the enormous droplets fall. A good number of minutes passed before I felt my feet getting moist. A cursory glance downwards revealed my new sneakers smeared with wet mud. And a closer inspection of my surroundings brought more horror - the corrugated sheets were layered in mud and grime, the rain had been washing it all down, and it had been splashing on me all this while - I was decked in mud splotches, and probably looked like I'd just finished filming Shakira's 'Suerte' video. It continued to pour, and I decided against heading home and changing clothes - my assumption was that everybody'd be soaked, damp and dirty like me. Also, I was actually enjoying the damp feel and thoroughly cherished the subsequent ride in the Local from Kanjur Marg to CST. It was the weather that did these things to me.

At CST, the happy feeling vanished. Colaba was irritatingly hot and sunny. I felt weird standing in line with other spotlessly-dressed Office-goers waiting patiently for the public transport.

I had learnt the hard way that rain does not fall all over Mumbai simultaneously.