It was daylight in the town and still cloudy. The rain had stopped pelting though. It was more of a gentle drizzle now. The town was a little hard to comprehend for absolute city-folks. It was a town that cannot change, it was a town that has its own way of life, it was almost eight thirty and the streets were stll not fully awake, and peoplewere slowly opening the shutters with sleepy red eyes. The town is trapped within the Ghats and its rains and its clouds. The streets were heavy with vapour, and thick smoke coming out from the stoves of the tea-stalls by the dank and mushy strech of broken asphalt. The very odour of the town will drive you into a slow, satisfied, zombie-walk in that air, filled with moisture of the clouds and reeking dense foliages. While it is undoubtedly true that our appearances and gait must have screamed "total strangers" but it was a wonderful feeling to be lost amidst that incredulous collection of humanity. It was almost just the place I wanted to be in.
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