Chaka Chond |At The Edge

I was a new migrant to the city when I first experienced this. The same festive time of the year, the same song but the sound came from a passing 'electronic shop'. Only other difference: that night was freshly painted wet by a light evening drizzle of rain, road found yellow, puddles were shiny red and green. The moment must have lasted less than half a minute, just till the sound faded away.