Had just returned after a swim in the rain. Warm water in the pool with cold droplets of water hitting your skin. It wasn't a continuous shower, so I actually managed to stay dry as I cycled back home.

And then it really started to pour. I had barely changed when Cheeru stepped in - completely soaked. And even as he stood at the door with water dripping from the tip of his nose, ears and fingers, he goes - Chalta kya ?

He he.. open invitation to enjoy the rain - of course man. We rode down to Besant Nagar Beach.. Couldn't see a thing. Were shivering. It was cold and we were literally wading thru troughs of water.

It was fun observing how most people react to a downpour. Sullen faces. Desperate to get to dry land. Cars dashing past with their windows pulled up. Bikers trying everything they can to keep their trousers clean. And then there was us. In shorts and wretched tee-shirts. Chappals. Riding with smiles. This was like the college days.

Somewhere near Giorgio, the scooter stopped. As if we cared. Parked it at the safest spot possible and headed straight for the Besant Nagar beach.

The rain eventually stopped. Gentle breeze on the beach. Nothing like the coffee in clothing soaked to the undies.

Walked back to our scooter. It was still cold. So we just dragged it back home. It was as if we hadn't chatted like this in a long time. Didn't even realize how two hours had elapsed and we were home.