Storm in a teacup

The overcast sky in the capital sulks the evening away, while cricket freaks bite off their fingernails inside

The overcast sky in the capital sulks the evening away, while cricket freaks bite off their fingernails inside

You never know when a storm can brew up in the capital. It may have well been a sunny day, with you actually needing to roll up your sleeves. Come evening and you were sitting indoors planning a nice walk followed by a dinner or something, and voila! you venture out only to find the sky all overcast with scary looking clouds.

Worse, it doesn’t rain. The dust blows up into a hideous mass and leaves scatter everywhere; thunder rumbles with all the might in his sound-production kitty – but the floor of your terrace remains dry. No rain.

A couple walks in the dusty breeze. They are hand in hand, probably new to love.

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