So much that the ears are no longer recognising the sound. Trains are still grounded, but the buses are begening to work now. My father spent the night in goregaon station, and my mother in her office. Friends were stuck all over the place, and are holed up here and there even now.
There is this old marathi rhyme that goes
yere yere pavsa
tula deto paisa
paisa jala khota
paus ala mota
Translates to, please come rain, I will give you money, the money turned out to be false, the rain came like hell...
or something like that.
Sify is down, still online in mtnl. All the other phone lines were jammed and are only onow clearing up.
PArents became so damn anxious... Vilasrao Deshmukh has released a statewide red alert. Like 22 people were killed in my city, and there are landslides happening left and right. Thankfully, I came home, just about resisted theurge to go out with friends to Bandra, dont know what happened to them yet.
No college for two more days...
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