That was a pleasant evening in July
We leisurely booked a cab and headed to Shilparamam
It was to be a happy evening where we would indulge in shopping handicrafts
We hopped from stall to stall, my parents and three-year-old son gazed at the items displayed thoroughly
A miniature ceramic cup and saucer set, we bought from a stall
The giant terracotta handis and dolls impressed us all
We then enjoyed a boat ride too, yet out of nowhere the sky turned extremely cloudy sans a clue
We had not bothered to carry an umbrella, but the rain started pouring hard sans any hesitation
We hurriedly took shelter under a stall with plastic sheet sheds
Meanwhile, I tried to book a cab at the earliest
Yet none was coming our way, even after trying to book for over half an hour that day
The water had come to almost knee-deep level almost after an hour of flash floods bitter
The rain now reduced its intensity, but all the vehicles were stuck in the water-logged street
No vehicle could move from there, so we began to walk homeward sans any way
Buses, cars, bikes and cycles all had covered the path along with the dirty water
It made our walking even tougher
Sometimes, my father held my son on his lap, sometimes I took him while we all struggled to walk
After crossing the walls of Shilparamam, the trouble started even further
For, the water level here had risen up to our chests making us panic and bother
At this moment as we prayed for a miracle, a van supplying water cans just approached closer
We thanked our stars unanimously, when the driver, a saviour, a good Samaritan, agreed to help us cross the waterlogged inferno magically
Finally, our Monsoon Melodrama ended on a happy note
For we reached home, safe home wading through the waterlogged street for one and half hours sans rowing a boat
We keep thanking that van driver to date wholeheartedly
If he had not appeared that day, we would have perished surely.
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