Sunday was weird. It started off all right; I woke up late and stared out the window, wondering what to do. I saw a Murakami book of short stories lying on the bed where I'd tossed it the previous night, and picked it up and read "The Fall of the Roman Empire, the 1881 Indian Uprising, Hitler's Invasion of Poland, and the Realm of Raging Winds". It's a fairly short story - shorter than the title would lead you to believe. For those who have not read it, the story is split into four sections: The Fall of the Roman Empire The 1881 Indian Uprising Hitler's Invasion of Poland And the Realm of Raging Winds Although the Realm of Raging Winds is just one of the four sections, it is the central idea of the story, and is vividly described in the other three sections too. Which is why, when later in the day the sultry still Pune summer gave way to a Realm of Raging Winds, I stopped what I was doing and paused and thought. This was uncanny. Weird, as I've ment...