I fall in the third category - I currently drive a car. The only times I get wet are when I'm in transit from the car to the safe shelter of office or home. Think about it: isn't that frightfully boring. My most abiding memories of hyderabad are when I cycled back from school completely drenched and without a care in the world. My first day in my articleship as a fresh kid out of college, I drove my bike despite the rain, with water dripping liberally out of my clothes and my squeaky shoes... and my favorite senior in the firm gave me her handkerchief to wipe myself (it was hilariously small, and I keep that to this day). And finally in Chennai, on a day when I proposed to the only girl I've ever managed to love with with all my heart in an unforgettable November Rain (that happens to be my favorite song too).
At 10:20 AM, Deepshikha
That is such a sweet story.. I guess Rains mean so much so all of us even though we are no farmers... as kids floating papers boats in neighbourhood puddles.. Splashing and stomping in those puddles and eventually getting smacked by mom for same... and with your story geting drenched and finding the love of your life "bolly wood style"..