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When this particular incident happened almost two months ago on a rainy August afternoon I knew I had to write about it. Not because it was of any historic importance or its equivalent but it was then I realised that it will remain as a core memory. If not anything at least I wanted this to be recorded somewhere so that I can re-read it multiple times and live through it all over again for the rest of my life. A story of how I believed again. It was raining cats and dogs here in Eluru and I didn't get to see the sun for 3 odd days in a row. For earning my living (and occasionally sourdoughs and French baguettes from Theobroma) I work as a Deputy Branch Manager at one of the branches of a public sector bank. That day I was feeling rather irritable and meh, thanks to the weather. Work was getting piled up on my desk and everything was moving at a slow pace. All I wanted to do was go back home, tuck myself in bed and read something. Or watch a movie. Or just sleep all day long....