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Rains and votes

Mornings and nights in Mysore are just wonderful. With hot and nauseating middays, it is a relief to come out at night and relish the cool breeze which seems to have a tiff with the sun as it refuses to meet us when he is present. The breeze peeps out to check if its archrival sun has disappeared, and slowly flows out. Early morning walk is quite enjoyable with no sign of commercial activity except for the long-drawn, oft-slurred cry of the woman who carries leafy veg in a basket, newspaper boys who would bring gold in Olympics discus-throw, men who walk wobbling on the road after a boozy night inside a ditch, daily wage labourers who arrive in city from various sub-urban villages wait for contractors squatting on roadsides...
Though all these were a common sight to me every morning at 7.30, today it was quite different, delightful and clean.
After a night of rain god's fury at its best, I was waiting to come out of the house and enjoy the bus ride to office. Fallen trees and scattered leaves & branches everywhere, the only topic of discussion at the bus which had some wet seats, was rain and the havoc it caused. The city and its roads, rooftops of shops and other buildings were clean, seems they were washed off their years of dirt. It seems the rain came to clear the minds of citizens which are clogged with 'naive' faces, speeches, beseeching, dirt-throwing by politicians who are ready to fight the democratic war of elections tomorrow. Now, voters can vote without outer influences marring their judgement. Just a hope!

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