it was a rainy night in the month of July, the agonisingly sultry month which has the potential to turn people to puddle when it came – the chorus of frogs, symphony of pittter patter on pavements, buzz of crickets, and brought with it wafts of stench rotting in unforgotten corners of the earth and hearth. On such a rainy night, where mosquitoes got a new lease of life and license to kill, where it was a buffonery to open ambient music rain and thunderstorm on youtube, that a boy whose face was hid in wild dark hair made the disdainful crime of listening to blood pumping, ear ringing rap by Rafiq.
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