Not much has happened since my last post. I've switched jobs, turned a year older, switched boyfriends (twice!)... you haven't missed much.

The monsoons are back in Mumbai, and suddenly this devil-may-care city has gone paranoid after all that happened last year around the same time. So the moment the rain seems even a tad more vivacious than a drizzle, there's pandemonium! It's upsetting to see a city such as this one seem so vulnerable, yet at the same time it can be rather amusing to watch people in frenzied panic, whipping out cellphones to call their spouses, nannies, in-laws, dog-walkers and maalis to make sure everyone's safe and sound... Only to blush a fierce crimson when the drizzle fades and the sun pops out tauntingly.

With the change in weather, however, comes a myriad of bugs in the air. Viral fever, jaundice, the works! I lucked out with just a common cold, albeit a nasty one. Wasn't quite as lucky last year when I contracted jaundice and ended up looking like one of the Simpsons! Yellow is so not my color!!

Another point I might as well make here, is that I'm a bit of an odd-one-out in society, mainly because I detest the rains. So while all my friends whooped with glee and charged out of the house to enjoy getting soaked to the skin during the first showers, I stayed indoors calling them lunatics. They refer to me in a similar fashion for just the opposite reason. They can't begin to imagine how anyone could hate the rains, whereas it beats me how anyone possibly couldn't!

And yet, I'm the one who catches a cold! Not they, who came home sodden to the bone, but I, who stayed home warm and dry.

In Murphy, we trust!