29th July i.e., tomorrow, will be a year to the day when rain wreaked havoc on my city. It had been raining continuously from 4 pm of the previous afternoon, and by morning, it became clear that the one-day-in-a-year deluge we seemed to have been experiencing for the past few years was going to be that day.
Electricity lines and mobile networks went down. Rain led to huge financial losses for the citizens and the businessmen, with water logging in the low-lying areas. Thankfully, by midnight, supply was restored in most parts of the city due to the tireless efforts of the power suppliers, a semi-government corporation I must add. By afternoon next day, situation had crawled back to normal.
Rain is beautiful when it follows a long period of stifling heat and humidity, a creator like Lord Vishnu. But once it decides to outstay its welcome, it takes the form of the destroyer, Lord Shiva. The town planners and municipality share the blame too for not taking steps for waste and rainwater management.
And life goes on. As we say, Raambharose Hindustan (God save India!).
Posted for the Mundane Monday Challenge by Photrablogger which aims to find beauty in everyday things, although even the optimist in me struggles to find the beauty in this image. Perhaps you can help.🤔
Oh, and guess where the title’s been taken from?