It was a night of pouring rain. The last fury of the monsoons. In the morning, a hazy sky. Clouds hanging heavy still, almost wondering if they were to pour their woes. Dozens of pigeons swinging on the telephone wire in front of the house.
And then, for just a moment, a faint peek from a tired sun. A straggled crow lay in wait. Framed for that moment in black. Just a moment.