Bing Bong evening!
Before long the salmon skies wash away and they dwindle to a surge of ebony yonder but not before I see the idiosyncrasy of this sprawling townpool. I wish not before then for the city briskly metamorphoses as it ashens,spinning much brouhaha in it's perishing pearl.
While smoke sullenly rolls in slow folds from clustered chimneys of iron foundries to before it settles on tarmac streets, a peppy connoisseur like me is all up with her bunny lugs, foraging close to the miscellany of sounds heaving around me.
From snarling honks to growling pandemonium of congested traffic and from revving engines to grinding wheels against asphalt,the once sushed boulevard is now outpoured with reviving vigour.
From untimely temple bell chimes to melodious hymns by churchfolks,merged with muezzin echo from mosque loudspeakers,tenders a virtuous respite.
As the city turns a tad darker now, street hawkers send strident calls,anticipating a clinky clank of pennies in their baggy pockets soon.While the clattering of serving spoons to bubbly gossips and chattering crowds adds on to the vivacity.
Down in the courtyard, kids shriek,yap and giggle.The air stifles with chirping crickets and rattling cicadas.In the the corner,the fire hisses as burning leaves crack in shower of sparks.
A wave of faint music drifts from the rooftop lounge and I put a match to kindling, the flames flicker in ceasing silence only to be intruded by the sharp trill of my ringing phone.Damn!