Maddoxed thoughts

Finally, it came. Like the solitary note from a wooden flute. Faces unfamiliar stood motionless among the hullabaloo, tingling apprehension gave way to hopeless blasphemy. But it still came. Like the unexpected ace in the middle of a card-game. The mob took no notice, even the history remained at its static best. Still it came. Like the slightly off-keyed interlude of a Kabir Suman song. And, the craziest coyness touched the tip of a very nervous tongue.

What did not happen is not going to happen again in this land of mugglish predictability.