Initially you'll be angry and may even start despising me, then you'll start wondering WHY, and then if you had known me better you'll understand and gradually everything will just fade away.
I can only say SORRY at this moment and if possible bear with me.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sunset
Few days back I had an evening flight from Chennai to Kolkatta. It was a clear day and when the flight took off the sun was going down. I had a window seat and had a clear view of the beautiful expanse spread out over the horizon. The sky is big, infinite, but once up there, it's almost like it can be touched; maybe if we walk long enough we'll reach the other end.
The sky had worn a pale turquoise gown splashed with white, spreading itself over the velvety-indigo waters of Indian Ocean. The smoky, ethereal clouds were just sailing smoothly, suspended in the beauty of the dusk. It was like looking at a vast field of cotton-soft snow sprayed out like surfs on wave. The Sun was an orange ball slowly sliding down behind the cover of clouds, adding a purple-orange hue to their snow-white complexion. It looked like a patch of the sky was smoldering among that vast serenity. The rapid change of colors was so brilliant that I was mesmerized by it all. It was the canvass of a brilliant, eccentric artist who was just splashing the fabric with a riot of colors. The blue was dripping into the golden-orange, spread over a dash of white. The hypnotizing watercolors were mixing up creating one masterpiece after another. After a while it settled down and the horizon lit up with a orange-red glow as if set on fire. I couldn't take my eyes off that infinity of space and water which was clearly separated in two halves by a boundary of smoldering embers.
Gradually the display of colors mellowed and soon everything was covered in a luminous coat of black starry night. It was almost time to land and as the flight was cruising down, the city beneath us looked like a field of brilliantly sparkling diamonds; the ground was scattered with jewels, shining and shimmering. It was the befitting climax to the perfect sunset. Within a few moments the flight touched down into reality.
The sky had worn a pale turquoise gown splashed with white, spreading itself over the velvety-indigo waters of Indian Ocean. The smoky, ethereal clouds were just sailing smoothly, suspended in the beauty of the dusk. It was like looking at a vast field of cotton-soft snow sprayed out like surfs on wave. The Sun was an orange ball slowly sliding down behind the cover of clouds, adding a purple-orange hue to their snow-white complexion. It looked like a patch of the sky was smoldering among that vast serenity. The rapid change of colors was so brilliant that I was mesmerized by it all. It was the canvass of a brilliant, eccentric artist who was just splashing the fabric with a riot of colors. The blue was dripping into the golden-orange, spread over a dash of white. The hypnotizing watercolors were mixing up creating one masterpiece after another. After a while it settled down and the horizon lit up with a orange-red glow as if set on fire. I couldn't take my eyes off that infinity of space and water which was clearly separated in two halves by a boundary of smoldering embers.
Gradually the display of colors mellowed and soon everything was covered in a luminous coat of black starry night. It was almost time to land and as the flight was cruising down, the city beneath us looked like a field of brilliantly sparkling diamonds; the ground was scattered with jewels, shining and shimmering. It was the befitting climax to the perfect sunset. Within a few moments the flight touched down into reality.
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