35 °C mid afternoon carrying a harassing dense breeze.
Short breathes slowly, slurping a sachet of English Breakfast.
Hot tea on a weather like this?
And it was almost like I was demanding for some unsolved mystery of the universe,
somehow perspiration answered the untold question for me.
Blink of an eye, my stomach hurts. My guts thumped heavily, why not. I was lost in thoughts, searching for a way out when a powerful door slam jolted for my attention.
It's the weather, grey and pale and restless, unpredictable as weather should be.
As life should be.