He landed in Pune in March, and it was raining.
Not the wandering, uncommitted December rain — this was different, the first genuine pre-monsoon shower of the season, arriving early and without apology, the kind that sent vendors scrambling for tarpaulins and turned the airport approach road into a brief, glorious chaos of honking and splashing and people running with newspapers held over their heads like small, failing roofs.
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