When I left office yesterday evening, I was on the phone with Vicky. He'd called me to say that it looked like rain, was I carrying my umbrella? Even as he spoke, it started to rain in Lake Gardens (where he was). There was a short pause from him and then, in awed tones he said, "Do you know, when Bhabs woke up from his afternoon nap he exclaimed that we needed to get our umbrellas out because it would rain!"
I walked home from the Metro (there weren't too many rickshaws plying) in pouring rain, telling myself it was just a funny coincidence.