17th July 2014. It was the day Delhi witnessed its first serious monsoon outing. I stepped out as usual on my way to the office in the morning. Dark clouds at once threatened me with their domineering tactics. They would engulf the sun, growl thunderously and even lighten up the sky with pesky exchanges with neighboring cloud bullies. I stepped back for a while, thinking whether I should take the bait. The clouds were battle-ready; they kept swooping on our skies. They were foreigners with booty collected from the Arabian Sea. With their ranks swelling with each passing minute, and their armaments trained at my head, I decided to stand up to their intimidation and dashed to my nearest metro station. I saw people scurrying back and forth like frightened squirrels. A man wearing a white vest courageously ferried his two kids dressed in similar white vests in a handcart. The metro station seemed like a fort, with pandemonium everywhere. I braved irate security guards and caught a train t...