Premonition

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In a message dated 1/3/2006 6:35:24 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, rainbow@... writes:

Yes I do, but that doesn't keep the water out when it rains up, down, and sideways at hurricane velocities. It gets in everywhere! When the wind changes direction, a new set of leaks appear. It's a constant search for new wet spots, and something dry to mop them up with. But.... it's not toxic, or contagious, or any other horrific evil...... except, perhaps, the possibility of being the future home of molds and their allergens.

I live on some of the highest ground in the city. We don't worry about river floods and all. Just like you though, the rain can find ways in when driven by the wind. If we have a heavy rain and wind from the north, we get water coming into the kitchen. The rain is somehow driven through where the wall and roof connect up there. Nothing I have tried stops this from happening, but at least it only happens every couple of years and only happens for a few minutes.

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Hmmm...

Don't you live on a mountain top? Should we be building arks?

I'll start rounding up the animals...

Tom

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Yep!

Just got electricity, telephone (and internet), back on after being

off for seventy hours. Pouring rain all last week led to raging,

hurricane force (65-75 mph) winds shredding our psyche, trees (a

carpet of olives), yard and buildings. Water, water, water

everywhere! We are in a declared disaster! The National

Guard/Blackhawk Helicopters are here! News reports that we had

twenty four inches of rain! Flooding along all the rivers. Rivers

where there should be streams, and streams where rabbits usually

run. Three hundred thousand people powerless, the north coast

devastated. And some still say there is no global warming! We

hunkered down by many candle lights after dark. We had it easy and

enjoyed the less dramatic moments, like photographing running water

in what is pretty much a overly warm semi-desert environment. I'll

post a picture next. We are traumatized, but damply healthy.

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>Tom: "Don't you live on a mountain top?"Yes I do, but that doesn't keep the water out when it rains up, down, and sideways at hurricane velocities. It gets in everywhere! When the wind changes direction, a new set of leaks appear. It's a constant search for new wet spots, and something dry to mop them up with. But.... it's not toxic, or contagious, or any other horrific evil...... except, perhaps, the possibility of being the future home of molds and their allergens. I do have good drainage here..... however most people develop the low spots first 'cause it's easiest.... that's well the 'disaster' comes in..... go figure! Like the flooded house the tree fell on and started a fire that burned it to the ground.   Rainbow

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>Tom: "I'll start rounding up the animals..."I think we would best get two of each..... perhaps one of each gender.... just for balance.  Rainbow

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Hi Amy!

Nice to see you posting again!

Tom

>>: " but at least it only happens every couple of years and

only

>>happens for a few minutes. "

>We had 390% of 'normal' rain last month, and it's been raining more

or less constantly since New Years Eve.

> Rainbow

Zowie! It hasn't rained in our part of the Phoenix area since October

17.

Amy

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Thanks, Tom!

We've been out of town and just got back. We went to western Kentucky to spend time with my family.

Here's to a wonderful 2006!

Amy

Hi Amy!Nice to see you posting again!Tom>>: "but at least it only happens every couple of years and only>>happens for a few minutes.">We had 390% of 'normal' rain last month, and it's been raining more or less constantly since New Years Eve.> RainbowZowie! It hasn't rained in our part of the Phoenix area since October 17.Amy

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Premonition

Raghav

was rummaging an old box of his in his home at San diego..He was to

leave for India in a week’s time. His wedding with Anupama was fixed.

He found in the box the Sri Vishnu Sahasranama book that was given him

by Raju uncle when he was ten years old. He had preserved it carefully

as a priceless possession. His memory took him back to those days in

Chennai. It was like a pocket note book costing less than a rupees

those days. He gave the book free to all the boys and girls in the

colony. They would assemble at 6pm sharp to recite the slokas.After

some days they did not need the book.Raju uncle was a disciplinarian

and would get upset if someone came late. He gave them candies, raisins

or plantain fruits at the end of the session daily. Uncle had a soft

heart behind the hard exterior and helped lot of poor children with

tuition fees and books. His contributions to charitable causes were

never spoken about though his wife used to confide to Raghav’s mom.

Though he had a son in high position in the North, he never left

Chennai. Uncle never as a rule spoke about himself or his kind acts.He

decided to invite personally Raju uncle soon after reaching Chennai .He

had lost touch with him after his dad was transferred out of Chennai.

He studied in Delhi, did his IIT and left for US for his MS and

doctorate. It was only a fortnight back, he chanced to get his email ID

from a friend who was also in the Sahasranama group. He wrote to him

immediately wondering whether he would remember him. He narrated one

specific incident when not a single boy or girl had turned up one day

for the Sahasranama recitation due to torrential downpour save Raghav

in drenched clothes. He still remembered uncle chiding him for coming

in the rain and fetching a towel fondly to wipe his head of water. He

praised him the next day for his steadfastness and devotion. Uncle

promptly replied that he remembered the incident and his face. He

exchanged a couple of mails and had also announced his ensuing wedding.

Uncle had wished him well and had mentioned that he was looking forward

to meeting him with the invitation.Raghav had landed that morning.

His parents had already arrived from Delhi. There were lots of

relatives already assembled.Raghav wished to meet Raju uncle that

evening itself. But he could not as his parents wanted him to accompany

them for some shopping. The next morning he took thoughtfully the

invitation, the gifts he had bought for uncle, bought some sweets and

went to the old colony where he had lived more than fifteen years back.

The houses all looked the same except for some additions in the front.

When the car stopped outside the block where he resided and he got out

with the entire gift packets in hand, he saw a cluster of people

standing outside. It looked ominous though there were six flats in the

complex. He approached one gentleman and asked him which was Raju

uncle’s flat though he knew very well. Seeing Raghav well dressed with

sweet packets and invitation on hand, he said “Don’t you know Raju

passed away last night? It was a massive attack and the end came

immediately. May I know who you are?†Raghav replied that he was his

old student and wished to know whether his wife was there. The

gentleman said†Yes, she is very much there. Poor mami, she is

devastated.â€Raghav returned to the car and left all things in it.

When he went up he saw mami sitting by the head of Raju uncle.He looked

very much older but the features were still the same sharp ones he was

aware of. He went to mami and said with tears streaming from his eyes

“Mami, I am Raghav.Do you remember me. I had told uncle that I would be

meeting him. I wanted to come last evening itself.. It is my bad luck

that I missed seeing him.†She replied “Even last evening he was

talking about you. He even wrote something on a piece of paper and left

a sealed envelope for you on the table. When I asked him what it was,

he brushed aside my question and only asked me to hand it over to you.

When I said you could yourself give, he kept quiet. It looks as though

he had a premonition of things to happen.†Mami cried inconsolably even

as Raghav tried to console her. After some time she went to the table

and handed over the envelope, which Raghav put in his pocket.It was on the second day he remembered the envelope. There was a small note with a five hundred rupee note. The letter beganâ€Dear Raghav,I

am afraid I may not be able to attend your wedding. Please accept my

best wishes and the token gift.I still remember your young face with

your drenched clothes that evening long backYou made me happy that

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