The ball ricochetted off the boundary line and found its way
right into the room of a dilapidated hospital quarter, smashing the glass window into pieces, where a robust banyan tree stood, sprawling over a busy lane that led up to the NH 34, as I hit a sixer. A small group of crowd, consisting mostly of urchins, that sat contiguous to the boundary line zapped gleefully in the direction of the ball.To fetch the ball. My eyes followed them. As I cast a quick glance over there, I saw something queer : in stead of running after the ball, those small children swerved away and stood pressed to a swelling crowd of people under the banyan tree. People in the crowd looked anxiously at each other's face, talking amongst...