Pune holds its breath

There's a specific shade of sky that means rain is coming.
Not the dramatic kind. The kind that just settles in — heavy, quiet, unhurried.

Pune, from the terrace. The city lights were just waking up below while everything above was shutting down. That bruised gradient between orange and grey — you don't get that on clear evenings.
Stood there for maybe ten minutes. Didn't feel like moving.