A red dawn broke out over West Bengal. The sky was blood red even though the sun was green. Angry nimbostratus clouds shoved the cute cumulonimbus ones away. The sky was now blood red with bits of grey, scabby nimbostratus that began to shake with rumbling thunder.
Down below, the streets of Kolkata were filled with shouts of STRIKE!STRIKE!STRIKE! But only for seven minutes, as the nimbostratus let loose fat, red drops of rain. The streets were soon empty, and so were the buses plying on the now crimson routes.
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Another red dawn broke out over West Bengal, contrasting rather garishly with the still green sun. The nimbostratus crept in, swelling and bursting, this time between a woman’s legs. The sun shone with all its might between her legs, trying to bring to light the red reign, I mean, rain, but found only a black hole. Bloody red rain, it said.
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The dawn dawned red and bleary on West Bengal-
“Oh stop with the fucking colours already, I’m trying to sleep,” said Kumbhakarna. Yes, there’s been an address change and he lives up there now.
The green sun and the red sky gave him the finger. So he got up, grabbed a pail of water and did what Dame Washalot did on the Magic Faraway Tree: he threw it down and washed them out.
"You naughty boy," said The Big Kahuna, and giggled.
The Beginning.
good stuff k! ~ Zal
ReplyDeleteThanks, Zal :)
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