The Rainy Day

It was one of those days. The kind which Manoj found equally fascinating and yet foolishly irritating. Huddled under the local chaiwala's shack, along with the other nudging commuters, the sound of the raindrops falling on the asbestos sounded like frying onions to him. The road in front of him was a live example of chaos in action. The two-wheelers trying to make their way out of the traffic were honking more than usual. The cars with their blaring music were trying to make their way out of cycle gaps. A few brave people in garishly coloured umbrellas were trying to cross to the bus-stand on the other side. The cause of all this, the massive Coca-Cola truck, whose monstrous wheels were stuck in the submerged muddy potholes was the only one standing idly. Yes, it was a busy day as usual.