When it rains in Shillong, the drops come down with passion as heavy as rage. Spewing in garbled tones, they rush and overlap one another, replete with the choicest expletives.
No one is spared.
We do our best to save ourselves from this volley of anger but what really can be done against something so fluid, such emotion. It tears through clothes, umbrellas and whatever inadequate defences we may put up. ''Even concrete!'' says an honest contractor with a smile transfixed on his face.
No one is spared.
We do our best to save ourselves from this volley of anger but what really can be done against something so fluid, such emotion. It tears through clothes, umbrellas and whatever inadequate defences we may put up. ''Even concrete!'' says an honest contractor with a smile transfixed on his face.
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