MonsoonThe bedraggled crowd of passengers huddled together under the inadequate bus shelter, which afforded hardly any protection from the slanting rain. In the normal course, such close proximity to other bodies would have been quite inappropriate, even intolerable. But on a day like this, the basic instinct for shelter took precedence over social unacceptability.
Rahul was regretting his attempt at gallantry that had led to him taking up a place at the outer edge of the bus shelter. Drops of rain were finding their way down the back of his neck as they dripped from the edge of the roof. So he turned up his collar against the rain, but he was wearing only a thin cotton shirt, and this was soon soaked through. The weather in the morning had given no indication of impending torrents of rai
