Everything is sexier when wet.
WHO: Sadiq and Gupta
WHEN: Oct. 2rd, early Saturday night
WHERE: Roadside
WHAT: Gupta's eager to experience his first major thunderstorm, but Sadiq is worried about more sensible things like hypothermia.
Gupta had a habit of doing weird things. He didn't mean to, but he found it hard to curb his insatiable curiosity in a fascinating, unfamiliar country like America. He usually explored as cats do, moving around with stealth, silence and great concentration. He could be so focused on exploring that he was often oblivious to confused bystanders that may draw the wrong conclusion from his actions.
This particular case was no different. To anyone passing by, the strange, dark-skinned boy with eyeliner and mascara was either delusional, downright mad or simply ASKING to get sick. He was standing in the middle of the sidewalk by the park, looking up at the rainy sky with squinted eyes, as if he was trying to see exactly what was going on within the dark thunderclouds above. Huge droplets of rain poured down from the sky in sheets, but he didn't seem to mind; in fact, his arms were slightly outstretched, as if he was savoring the sensation of being drenched to the bone. His dark hair and his thin clothes already pressed to his skin, the boy seemed --for an instant-- far too fragile to be exposed to such a violent storm.
Gupta barely noticed his own discomfort. He was far too fascinated by the roaring winds that whipped around him and the crackling, blinding flashes of lightening overhead. He could probably count the number of times it had rained in Egypt on one hand, and never once had it been more than a light shower or two. This storm was a black demon in the sky, tearing through the city with screaming winds, blinding flashes of lightening and an impressive flood of water. Gupta had simply never experienced anything like it.
WHEN: Oct. 2rd, early Saturday night
WHERE: Roadside
WHAT: Gupta's eager to experience his first major thunderstorm, but Sadiq is worried about more sensible things like hypothermia.
Gupta had a habit of doing weird things. He didn't mean to, but he found it hard to curb his insatiable curiosity in a fascinating, unfamiliar country like America. He usually explored as cats do, moving around with stealth, silence and great concentration. He could be so focused on exploring that he was often oblivious to confused bystanders that may draw the wrong conclusion from his actions.
This particular case was no different. To anyone passing by, the strange, dark-skinned boy with eyeliner and mascara was either delusional, downright mad or simply ASKING to get sick. He was standing in the middle of the sidewalk by the park, looking up at the rainy sky with squinted eyes, as if he was trying to see exactly what was going on within the dark thunderclouds above. Huge droplets of rain poured down from the sky in sheets, but he didn't seem to mind; in fact, his arms were slightly outstretched, as if he was savoring the sensation of being drenched to the bone. His dark hair and his thin clothes already pressed to his skin, the boy seemed --for an instant-- far too fragile to be exposed to such a violent storm.
Gupta barely noticed his own discomfort. He was far too fascinated by the roaring winds that whipped around him and the crackling, blinding flashes of lightening overhead. He could probably count the number of times it had rained in Egypt on one hand, and never once had it been more than a light shower or two. This storm was a black demon in the sky, tearing through the city with screaming winds, blinding flashes of lightening and an impressive flood of water. Gupta had simply never experienced anything like it.