Another ordinary day

Its a dismal day. The heavens seem to be grieving. An icy wind relentlessly slices the atmosphere, sending strange shudders through my skin. The cawing of the agitated crows, and occasional barks of a mournful dog are the only sounds reverberating in the otherwise taciturn neighborhood. The gloomy silence is momentarily broken by the tired honk of a rickshaw or the rhythmic plops of cold water in an empty bucket. The grey colours have painted a poignant picture of paucity, devoid of any vibrancy. the monotony of life drips and gathers thickly in the whole neighborhood, affecting anyone and everyone with its lethargic pace. The cawing of the crows continue, filling all sinews, captivating the senses. Life is stagnant.