Walking in the sun with traffic weak in number, the whole city wears a bit deserted look. About late afternoon the sun is not so high either. Most of the roads, just three exit paths, are all closed now. Nowhere to go so I stopped at one of those back entrances of residential infrastructure mammoths. All this while my feet in chappals picking up the dirt from the dust so laiden in the soil of this dry city. Just get of the house and in no time the city is traversed. It sounds like the rattling of wooden hell planked vessels.