Rains lashed the city. And how. Everyone was soaking, the dug-up roads were sucking and society as usual was shrinking. Society, in Bangalore is now the size of a micro-miniscule cell phone that fits in any pocket, a cell-phone that usually falls prey to those situations where the phone is pressed against the innards of the pocket and keeps calling different numbers of its own accord. The gossip circulates soooo fast and sooo intensely that it keeps bumbing into itself in its tight little cell-phony whirlpool. Sick, soaky, sucky and shrinky.
And now its all wet.
Absolutely disgusting. Yuckfuck.