There are Universities that teach the art of writing and therefore I assume, there must be people who know a lot more about the said art. But I must say, when some write-up starts thus,
They are often the first sounds of the day. Under the jamun coloured sky a gate opens, groaning and creaking, protesting at being woken up so early in the morning, Water is splashed from a chipped plastic bucket, not poured, not sprinkled but splashed.
it can safely be assumed that the prose has killed the content. And that reasonable people will read no more.
 &  — Attempts at drift. Please appreciate.