It rained when I didn’t expect it too. It didn’t rain when I did.
I read five and a half books.
I met a classmate from school. I probably haven’t seen her for a decade and when I saw her, I was utterly disoriented for a few seconds. “Am I really in Bangalore? Really?”
I heard hundreds of stories from my grandparents.
One about alleged cannibals (and my grandfather’s escape from them).
One about how my uncle aged four cheerfully went and reported to his parents (my grandparents) that my mother sounded like an engine. She had an asthma attack and was unable to breathe.
One about how my aunt threw water on my mother when she fainted and my uncle thought it was a grand game.
Many, many, many.
I stayed up playing Uno till – what? – 2 in the morning.
My train back home was 8 hours late. But I’m back.