I flew to Mumbai early on Wednesday morning. It had been raining for three consecutive days and it wasn't about to let up anytime soon. The first meeting was on the fourth floor of a corporate bank's main building. They had an outdoor swimming pool on that floor, with a neat view of skyscrapers. The city looked bleak, a tinge of dark grey.
As I sat in the lobby, the pool offered a teasing proposition... for some strange reason, I fancy swimming in the rain! Might have to do with subconscious association to a forgotten memory.
Two lads walked up in their business suits. They looked different, but were dressed like twins, shirts too tight to hide the bulge of middle-aged complacency. They stood at the door, watching the rain relentlessly pound the cement and mingling with the water in the pool. One of them said, Its raining and paused for a second. Then they both burst out laughing.
