After eight hours of incessant rains they found their house flooded with muddy water. After the rain stopped and the water didn't rise any more, in a still overcast afternoon they got some stereo speakers and a tape player on rent. With the flanger sound blaring, they danced over the ripples. Overhead, dragonflies danced around in circles to an other tune. It won't rain anymore. A crow took a bite out of a dead rat's head. Flew away as a little girl approached. She saw the dead, stopped, with her bare feet give the rat a half-roll, prodded, spit and walked away. An eagle scooped down on the dead and flew away to a grand feast. Perched at some safe heights, unseen, the peacocks conversed over distances. This land could have been a marsh land. This land should have been a marsh land. This land is a marsh land. 21, August 2010 -0- What's with the use of flangers for lead vocals in Haryanavi and Rajasthani 'pop' songs?