The possibility of a summer shower in the evening was very much there and the people in this hill station were eagerly waiting for it but the unexpected wind blew away the dark clouds and the setting sun appeared with a naughty smile; prompting me to go out for the routine evening walk.
And , just when I was about to start, it became dark again and I was in a To be or not-to -be situation but I decided to take a quick walk and when I was half -way through, those small birds flew in from no where, saying “Fifty-fifty”. I looked up and said, “ok” I’ll move on … Are you sure it will be 50-50? but they seemed to make fun of me by offering something I don’t like—-“Rain, Rain”.
