and then there were two

I think that all the water on the planet converged in the skies above Bangalore...no - above US - just so it could prove that we are not allowed to have good hair in India, or maybe it was to remind us not to wear shoes we actually like. Either way.

It started raining the day after we got home -and it's fun, actually - but this is a long season.

So we found ourselves trapped in the downpour in between appointments; the first regarding Hamid's visa and the second some lovely spoily things for our house and closets. Within seconds we were drenched - these are some fat rain drops. I'd forgotten how wonderful they are.

Mr. Kors would be disturbed if he could have seen what happened to his shoes today. Skinny wedges are fabulous for walking in on these broken/non-existent sidewalks, I've discovered. (Mental shopping list gets longer...)

Escaping the weather brought us to an order window full of cakes. I eyed the Indian verison of a cream puff (whipped fat frosting - like the kind on cheap grocery store cakes, and a candied cherry rolled into a crisco-heavy piece of crust shaped like a shell.)
Eventually Hamid noticed the snacks behind the counter - a small heating oven with crisp boiled egg puff and vegetable curry puff pastries packed inside. They are so delicious and bring pity for my friends who are eating at Chutney's on Seattle's Capital Hill.....as good as it is - you've no idea.
We stood, sopping wet, sharing our treats and contemplating the weather.
After fifteen unsuccessful minutes trying to convince one of the few empty autorickshaws to drive us home we decided to walk in it.

Giving up the whole effort of trying to stay dry was much more fun than sitting there pretending the rain was going to stop soon.
The two of us walked down the darkening streets - drenched, holding hands and laughing at our own efforts to avoid wearing the mud puddles kicked up by traffic...serenaded by the incessant sound of honking from the cars which seem to multiply asexually when wet - like Gremlins.