The sky was starless and moonless. A gloomy grey ciborium covered it all subtly initiating the ancient ritual hope of lightning, thunder and profuse showers for the beings of the terra firma, each tentatively encased in a little private universe . The coconut trees, all other greens and the many coloured flowers of the day were etchings in grey tones now, hardly shifting. The crickets intonated in a harmonious chorus: intermittently the night frogs resonated amphibian dialects. Distant dogs listening to hidden mantram-s, barked with pristine clarity. From another corner of night space, firecrackers were bursting in random ruthlessness. A. cool breeze bore the stamp of eternal auguries of sacred bliss.A distant lightning flashed: I await the hidden thunder candle flame space ~ an ant surveys breeze in a little cosmos |