Curtsey to curiosity

The sun has shone the whole day. She wants to leave and meet the other face of the earth. That is when the sky is pining for her. It is called as sunset time. The fickleness painted through the colors. The first time I recognize it, it was the bursting orange reminding me very much of a shivering taste of orange when you bit the flesh or the other time recalling me the quote from “Lolita” I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise – a paradise whose skies were the color of hell – flames – but still a paradise. But the next time, I rode in the golden hour then I peeked a little when the soft chiffon shine was nowhere touching my skin. It was a moment as if the sky much calmer now. The lilac, the whispering pink, and blueness. It gets darker in many times. The other time, when I was walking too fast, afraid that I’d be late, this time there was this hint of fading rainbow. These varied colors create an attraction itself that people happily spare their little time to enjoy. It’...