I half-wrote this blog post on Wednesday, with the title It will rain on Friday. But seeing all the bright sunlight, decided against posting it. Today, I realized that it might indeed rain on Friday.. Everytime I go home, it rains. I have gone home 13 times in the last 11 months, from Bangalore. Interestingly, in my last 4 visits to Kerala, I haven't been to my parent's place. Sure, I've seen them - but I've not been home in that sense. But it has rained none the less.
Let's go back and look at my trips - 02 Nov 2005, 25th Oct 2005, 12th Oct 2005. Even on that july night when it hailed in Bangalore, I was going home. There have been 4 times when I got from Bangalore till Cochin without taking out an umbrella.
On the other hand, it's a lot more fun to leave Bangalore feeling miserable and end up in bright and sunny Eranakulam. Let's see about today.
--Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?