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.
1 comment:
Z,
Yes, I did read it earlier too..
The 'gown' drew a beautiful image then too.....smiling....
Fragrance
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