Monday, March 20, 2006 | 9:52 PM

The sky was a sonorous hue of grey, tinged with echoes of black and white yesterday. And it is so again today.

Instead of the faded milky white pallour it always get on evenings of cloudy days. During those times, the sky fades to a colour that has been described to be of the shade of a fish's underbelly. Yet what I see, is the whites of the fish's glassy eyes, the twin mirrors of death.

I do hate going home near evenings.

The sky opened up halfway into my journey home yesterday. And torrents of rain slid evenly down the windows. So much so that the whole bus's interior looked like a giant ice cube slipping down the roads, with 4 crystalline walls.

And for a moment, it felt as if the whole bus load of people were standing in a hollow cuboid ice block and we were zooming down the sleet covered slope past the traffic lights.

It was a magical ride home.

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