I rushed out of the house and straight into the street. Dusk was falling. A small crowd of youngsters hung in a corner, sipping tea and munching cookies. One of them was strumming on a guitar. As they begun walking, I followed them.
They are planning to do some weird act. See they are whispering. Some plan is afoot.
They proceeded ahead, leaving Pablo’s café and taking the left road. traffic was less here. They continued walking, crossing the small park. A few joggers puffing and children squealing and screaming as they hung from the Jungle Jim looking like little monkeys. One of the joggers came out and joined the group. From behind a tree, I peeped. They were discussing something in low tones with this new entrant. In the midst of their nodding, they resumed walking. They turned into
