It was a rain-drenched day. Monsoon had just checked in, making the skies unleash a torrent. Delhi looked awash - shivering, quivering and ‘river’-ing. Waterlogged roads, overflowing drains and multiple traffic snarls across the city made for a pitiable picture. The sun had moved beyond the skyline and I was trying to gear myself up for the long hard night I was about to spend in office.
As I got down from the (auto) rickshaw, soaked and exhausted (on duty for the seventh successive night), I must have looked like a drowned rat. Darkness had set in but rain was in no mood to relent. The watch read seven. ‘Move on,’ I told myself. And as I wend my way through the muddled groups of people spread in the parking area, a not-so-familiar figure drew near me. It seemed I had met him the other day. In office? Well…where else do you meet such frosty and chesty people? I was already late because of the rain but this swollen-headed person managed to stop me without showing any common courtesy. For a reason, perhaps. Oh yes! A pen was the need of the moment and I obliged him readily. In return he gave me a stoic glance. Then he walked away. No ‘thank you’... nothing! As if I owed him something. His obscure demeanour left me confused.
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