Rainy evenings When it’s pouring cats and dogs, my felines hide in a warm and dry nook of our building. That doesn’t prevent them from coming to my doorstep for supper with mews to announce the same. One of the society’s cats would swim through the water to turn up on time for meals. When the weather was dry, it drizzled or rained lightly, the joyous voices of our housing society’s children would waft through the evening breeze. These merry vocalizations are heavenly to my ears. Now during the dark evenings of heaviest rainfall, no child plays in the garden. The inky evenings are sombre and silent except for the rhythmic sound of the lashing rain. The kids may be watching the rain from their windows like I am. Their mothers will be cooking hot piping crunchy evening snacks and yummy dinner for them. They may be waiting anxiously for their parents to return from work trudging through waterlogged streets enmeshed in traffic snarls and standing in crowded trains stranded becau...