It was a very cloudy evening and the sun was overshadowed by the mighty, foggy clouds. I had a lot of overdue homework, however, who would force themselves through boring Mughal history rather than play cricket? So, going against my mum’s advice, I went outside to play.

The ground was a bit damp from the rain earlier in the day, and the cool breeze added a refreshing touch to the air. We were a small group, but that didn’t matter — it was all about the game, the thrill of hitting the ball, and the competitive banter between us. The faint sound of distant thunder added an odd sense of urgency to our play, but no one seemed to care. The game continued, with everyone desperately trying to outdo each other with impressive shots and quick runs.

As the sky........

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