It is a rather hectic day. I was oblivious to what was happening outside and didn't pay much attention. Well, I shouldn't have been too oblivious.
It was a hectic rainy day. I love rain but I was in a rush to get home and my luck wasn't doing me any favor. So, like a crazy witch, I took my sandals off and walked along the road that was submerged in water. Oh yes, I do need to tell you, the streets get flooded after rain. So, after some difficulties, I got myself home, albeit drenched like a very wet cat. But I was finally home.
I was by myself torturing my laptop for "something" and I paid no attention to the water sport outside. I thought all was well in the world and it was just a little rain - no big deal. Oh, how gravely mistaken I was. It was pouring and I couldn't hear anything from my room. It rained a little till after midnight and then all hell broke loose. You know, when you have held your pee for an hour and when you rush in the restroom and it feels like your bladder just ripped open, I think the clouds were having something similar - very bad analogy, but somewhat relatable.
Anyways, at 3 am, I was done hammering my poor laptop and went to sleep and boom the electricity went away. It wasn't hot so the lack of electricity didn't bother me - what I didn't imagine is that the electricity would stay gone till I woke up around 9. I didn't think too much of it as it didn't look cloudy outside. And it was a poor lack of judgment - just because it looks sunny doesn't mean all is well.
So, as usual, I got ready to start my day and head to the office - I had things to do. As I got down the stairs, I'm met with the biggest obstacle of my day - the only obstacle. A flood was waiting to greet me - the clogged water that rose over my knee. I could turn around and go back home - maybe I should have, but I didn't. I decided to get on with it - so brave of me, right? So I took my sandals off, something I have been doing quite frequently, and decided to face my obstacle. And I crossed the dirty water, standing on the threshold of my home looking for something, anything, to get me out of the water-clogged pit of doom. I found a rickshaw to get me to the main road but it was a hassle. The flood went way over my knee while the rickshaw-puller tried his best to get his rickshaw around to drop me off to where I needed to. It was a big pile of the mess - I was drenched in the mess. All I could be thankful for was not falling face first and just calling it the early end of my miserable day. But I didn't fall and I didn't give up.
By the time I went to the office, I was a walking talking half wet grumpy cat. I cleaned myself up the best I could and the rest of the day was nothing but usual - fortunately. Did I care I was walking with my sandals in one hand and my purse slung over my other shoulder? No. Do I feel accomplished that I got to my office to carry on with a boring day? Somewhat but I wouldn't rather do this again. I couldn't have done these things any differently - if I was to do my work, I would have had to do it this way. All I could be grateful for was that it wasn't raining when I was going to my workplace and neither when I was coming back; that was somewhat of a relief. I'm though somewhat a little dispirited. As much as I like rain, I don't want a repetition of today.
Moreover, I should not be oblivious to my surroundings.
futo (photo) taken by the drenched cat.
