So you're back, old friend, unbowed,
a little damp, thirsty perhaps.
(Ironic, isn't it? Floods,
but no water in the damn taps?)
And you're telling brave stories
via email and SMS:
How many kilometres
you walked; how long it took; the mess
you walked through; and wasn't it sad
that we still haven't got a
disaster management plan;
oh, you read the new H Potter?
It's business as usual,
you're back, you're selling things.
You're picking up the phone
after the requisite two rings
Is it resilience? Pluck?
Or just that you need that pay
cheque? Whatever your reason
I'm glad you're back. Salaam, Bombay.