Then suddenly I hear loud BANG BANG—and I’m like, ‘That’s it. It’s happening. This is not a drill.’
Turns out… it was just someone’s wedding procession. Dhol walas out here giving me PTSD before breakfast. Man, I went from DEFCON 1 to dancing on the balcony in 10 seconds flat.
This morning I woke up to this strange noise—pat pat tuf tuf—like something out of a war movie. I opened my window, heart racing, thinking, ‘Damn… is the next attack on Navi Mumbai?’ I was squinting at the sky, looking for drones like I was in an action thriller.