She was sitting on the balcony of their lavishly well-organised flat on the 30th Floor of a complex at the heart of the city. She had a book in one hand and hot coffee on the table. The Glass separating her from the fresh air outside was crystal clear. After a hard day of what she does daily, she finally had some me time. As she turned the page she was startled by the loud noise of thunder. Looking up she saw the sky dark with monsoon clouds... It started to rain... the Crystal clear glass was now blurred with droplets. She put down her book. Fourteen years ago it was raining like this that day. She was looking out of the classroom window hoping it would stop soon. She had left her umbrella at home. She had no mobile phone to call her mom. The final bell rang and she took shelter under the sheds of the school premises. Looking up she was checking the dark clouds. No sign of stopping, the rain poured blurring sight at a distance. The streets and school grounds were waterlogged. ...