And then it happened. I was at office when this happened. it was a short sms from Ashok(my neighbour and friend at PG), it said "there is something coming out of your room"(oh oh it looks like the "Signs") ".. it looks like water, it is coming out of your room. The entire balcony is flooded. COME SOON". And then I realised someone has not closed the water taps in our room and our room was flooded.
It was an emergency, all our priceless possesions are neatly arranged on the floor. Had to make fast decisions. Dialed Aldrin whose office is closer to PG. "Hey Aldrin, our Room is flooded, CHECK IT OUT", Aldrin who was probably having a bad time with his boss, realised the situation only a full minute later. In seconds I too had started from office. But it takes atleast a hour from my place.
And then came a call from Aldrin(Disaster Management center) who had reached already, according to statistics our room was flooded with 5 cms of water with all our luggage and Baggage floating around, even Sundar's GRE book and the fat dictionary was adrift flapping theri covers to stay afloat. As Aldrin opened the door waves raised and fell and the room started draining.
By the time I was back all the water had drained out and our cots were put up in the terrace for drying(probably for the next few days). With the help of the servant maid, the room was completely cleaned up. Our room looked neat and shiny(completely alien). As I examined the dresses and books that were put up for drying I was told that the power had gone when someone had left open the sink taps. When the power had come back the room had started flooding slowly and steadily.
Sundar's reaction was double pronged, the room was clean and also washed out. He just stood there blinking. The night the room was damp and cold but it was fresh and dustless and we had a nice dreamy sleep.
September 5, 2004 06:56 PM PDT
watery story..poor sundar
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