I whiffed apathy and seclusion from what was left, right and everywhere like a skunk giving off it’s noxious smell.
It was Winter.
All of this seemed one malarkey when it rained that day. It was tough to swallow the fact that it was raining, in Winters. It rained so heavily that everything I believed or heard or saw made no sense as world around me grew perturbed, more and more with every whiff I took.