Anush Nayak
Two men, one rain, two very different journeys.
One rides through the storm—helmet strapped, rain jacket zipped, cycling shoes slicing through puddles. The other walks barefoot, wrapped in a thin plastic sheet, every drop of rain clinging to him like circumstance itself. Both are drenched, both moving forward—but the difference lies not in their will, only in the fortune of the families they were born into.
The rain, indifferent and honest, touches both alike. Yet it reveals the quiet inequality of our shared world—how privilege shelters some, while others must make peace with the storm.
