Just as the rain swiftly pass by. And cloudy skies are incoherently mustering to hold every drop of water in it. Under the loud cold blow of thunder at the far hazy dark skies, we, three (me & two girl friends), walked the feebly wet grounds of the Plaza.
You can only see a handful of people walking from there, as per the sudden gush of rain minutes ago, made the place earthly silent and barren. I kind of liked it especially with all the lights flickering within and so is the non-existent noise of the everyday routing of vehicles. It's almost heaven! But sometimes the ideal heaven-like imagination could be just a totally exaggeration moreon.
We ordered our-not-so-usual-dinner, Mcfloat and Large Fries. And ganged up to the empty slot we second selected. And the conversation lay endless. Its the friendly talk badly needed by a wearisome, and lonesome heart.