Calamity Jaan, is that you at the door?
I don’t need some weatherman or futurist or god-man/-woman/-child/-dog/-goat to tell me this – the world’s becoming a stormier, waterlogged, windswept, cyclone-battered, quake-shaken, tsunami-marooned place. My grandmom’s been saying it for decades. This, after all, is the age of Kali – the oft-quoted, always underestimated Kalyug. Where floods are just…
