A saturday afternoon in the monsoon was approaching the time of twilight. A vast tract, on which a car with a milky white glaze was running fast toward its destination, was embrowning it moment by moment. A long length pitch dark road was joining the horizon with the dark vegetation and pallid screen of sky. Local folks were returning their home, some riding bicycle, some with their animals, some with faggot on head for their hearth. Suddenly heaven changed its mood.
Ratings & Reviews
1 Ratings &
Nothing special, narrative style is average, the author has loose grip on stories .