17 missed calls.. Ever experienced that in a span of 25 minutes. Funny though they were not from my boyfriend.. What is even funnier is that I don't even have a boyfriend.
17 missed calls.. when you're at home (just so you know it ain't your Mum calling you).
So I called back... They were from the mall where I have a clinic. "Doctor, we have a situation, can you come to the clinic please?" Came the voice from the handset.
"Umm... how about you give the phone to this "situation" and I prescribe some meds?" I asked, in this heat.. who wants to drive to the clinic at noon.
"No Madam there is a flood, please come". Now, I may be directionally challenged and geographically dense but I live in Delhi not in Mumbai.. floods in Delhi? Unheard of... Or so I thought.
I reached the mall in under 10 mins flat... I opened the clinic door.. And stepped into... ankle deep water. It took 5 men one woman and about 4 buckets mops and wipers and about three hours to get it cleaned..
Oh and did I mention about an hour to repair the pipe that had burst.
So Mumbaikars.. stay safe.. meanwhile we have our own mini floods to enjoy. Interesting times indeed!
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