It was a rainy day yesterday. Gray sky as dark as slate, a gray river with boats in muted colours stuck solid on the gray, opaque water of the Hudson in the low light. The air smelt of wet vegetation. The balcony railing had drops of water clinging from it. I breathed in the fresh air and I thought, ahhh, a muri, telebhaja kind of day.
Oh wait. I’ll have to translate that.
A puffed-rice and assorted-vegetables-dipped-in-batter and deep fried kind of day.