Linking Road is a grey confusion of rain, bobbing umbrellas, plastic sheets that double as raincoats, and cars and taxis honking in frustration. The water levels on the road are rising, rising. The pavement stalls are rushing to cover everything with tarpaulin. It's going to be hard times once again for the slumdwellers. They're already trying to adjust the plastic sheets that serve inadequately as roofs.
Water finds a way in nevertheless.
To me they sometimes seem just like those grimy blue plastic sheets. Helpful, but never enough. We manoeuvre the car home through knee-deep water. The children who sell magazines and flowers at the traffic signals have disappeared. I wonder where they go in the monsoon.