As one, the hail falls so hard you wonder if the roof will survive.
As another, there is the guarantee of some form of gastrointestinal unpleasantness.
Are these the only two threats to your person?
No, no they are not.
Count many others, of course, on the roads, where accidents that should be happening every moment, the landslides that should be landing on you whenever you're out, a general sense, given the geography, that you are never more than one wrong step from falling off a cliff to be lost forever.
Overbearing, do-nothing government, Jerry-rigged water lines and electricity lines intertwined and exposed to the elements, architecture that looks like it will slide away at the first cough of quake and, also, big (really big, really brown) spiders that hide on the top of the door you open to fall at your feet before sprinting away at killer speed.
No wonder reincarnation got invented here, you live with creative endings all about.
(tomorrow, after a five-hour drive to the station, 24 hour train ride to Delhi begins.)