I waited for her to look up at me and smile, but she remained glued to her mobile phone. A sign of the times.
The rains are back in full swing, and the streets are full of human peacocks again, strutting their stuff.
Now, it’s true that you’ll see more umbrella-holding positions on the streets of Kerala than mating positions in the Kamasutra — but this matador-like hold was new to me. It was my younger son, a fellow traveler in the auto, who explained it to me. And I think he’s right.
The man (notice I don’t call him a human peacock; he clearly isn’t one) is holding his umbrella defensively to repel water and mud droplets generated by passing vehicles. Note that he’s clad in white.