Just as I finished cribbing about the weather, it swirls around and changes completely. The sky is a strange brown-tinged cloudy mess. You can smell the thunderstorm a few miles away. Sometimes it starts with a dust storm, sand flying in from the Thar, sticking to your head, and entering your eyes. You squeeze your face into an ugly jigsaw and spit out fat grains of sand. Just then, a cloudburst. And the more intense the dust storm, the more the whole world smells of mud.
Outside the sandstorm has swallowed all the buildings. Everything is a hazy sepia ghost. Hopefully it will rain soon. But this is great weather for a walk and a brief visit to the nearest teashop. For some reason, it makes me think of this cute song from Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak. I had almost forgotten how lovely and teasing this song was. And such wonderful references to a “gazab ka din”. On that note, I really think I should try and see QSQT one of these days.