Driving in the Sahayadri hills, in the monsoon.
The rain comes down in torrents. The clouds turn into a gray mist, which wraps its miasma on the road. I drive the car past roaring waterfalls, which have gathered strength with the downpours. The windshield feels as if it's made of ground glass.
The tail lights of the cars ahead wink redly.
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