THE POLITICAL STORM

The political clouds were gathering. Stones kept flying back and forth the glass house in a fierce blame game. Orchestrated breeze threatening to blow open the fowl's 'nyash'. Reason had been long jettisoned.
"I will make life better for all and it will no longer be business as usual" Kachalla kept saying again and again, like a very short song on replay and it seemed to have strung the right note in the people's hearts.
The incumbent, Mr Flawed, on the other hand seemed to be solaced in the comfort and the might of the palace.
All cards played, ponds sacrificed, a few knights and rouges lost and the game won, now the clouds are matured, the storms are raging, market prices are lightening. The storm still rising. Tee2emm

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