I woke up at 5:30. It was pouring rain. I decided to skip kalari class and go back to bed.
The morning paper was soaked. I logged onto The Times of India. “It’s War on Mumbai” the headline screamed.
I turned on the BBC. It reported on nothing else all day.
I turned on the lights and put on socks, a sweater, a scarf.
The rain continued all day. Cyclone Nisha is hitting the Bay of Bengal.
I made a hot cup of tea and soup for lunch.
The cats slept all day.
A gloomy day.
(Above: A painting by Raja Ravi Varma)