It rained all day long today also. There was no let up for even for a few minutes. It just continued raining.
Imphal is a humid place. So, when it rained continuously for 12 hours you feel like you can touch the humidity around you. It makes me kind of restless.
More than the restlessness, I have this feeling that some divine hand is coloring Imphal with surrealistic hues. Streets are deserted because there was a bandh. Police cars and paramilitary forces were guarding the empty streets because State Assembly is in session.
Streets are deserted, shops are closed and there is nothing to buy in the perennially crowded Ima market. And there is the rain. When it rains I feel Imphal is exactly like a small way-side station in the hills.
All these give me the surrealistic feeling that all the folks in Imphal have left the place for an unplanned and sudden vacation somewhere!
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