356 days a sunset. 


What would you do,

on an evening,

when a dreary thought crosses your mind?

You see,

the homeward bound flocks

against the golden rust turning blue,

You feel,

everyone is in motion, but you.

There is a moment of plain stillness,

when the heavy air engulfs you whole,

and all you hear is white noise.

Would you,

breakaway and run, out in the world,

or hide, in the silhouettes of the twilight?

356 days a sunset, and again. 

When you start to,

question the very necessity of your existence,

gather meanings, from every action.

When you

think of your own failures,

and wonder, how the day has passed by,

without a single win.

Would you

put all your energy, in desperation,

to the last few hours of the day?


would you,

think of a fresh start,

with the warm rising sun?

How would you,

convince yourself?

when you are not convinced.

What would you do,

on an evening,

when the sun is down

and not a single star in sight.


The Red Sky

I took this picture one evening, from the balcony, of a place, I used to live in. It had been an average something day, I was immersed in my own thoughts, bringing in the wash that had been hung to dry. I looked up and saw this. I had never seen the sky like this.In awe, I dropped the clothes, ran back in and brought out my camera to capture this.

Ever since that day, I made it a point, to look up. Every evening, on returning to the place which had become home, I would rush out to the balcony and check out the sky.

That place, I realized, had a rather depressing view. From the second floor, I was stuck, looking at the tower. So on duller evenings, I would sit with my camera, look out for a bird or two, sometimes chat with the third floor neighbor’s baby or look at the plants in their balcony. They always had roses.

In an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Ross tells Joey, that due to the lack of a sex life, he has been able to appreciate the finer things in life-such as the color of the sky. To which, Joey replies, “Sky is blue Ross and I had sex yesterday.” Secretly, I was searching for the red sky. It had been such a rare sight. On days like these, I knew that the sky was onto me.

Still, I kept going. I stopped expecting a red sky. I took what I got. If I was home in the evening and if the sky looked different, I took pictures of the same frame.

The sky did not look dramatically different everyday. Yet it wasn’t the same.

Strangely, at times, it was a reflection of my mood.

Sometimes, it just wanted me to make a hot cup of chai and sit down with my favorite book.

My affair with the evening sky went on and off through four years.

Sunshine, rain and rainbows have come and gone. The sky has remained a faithful companion to them and to me. It was time to go. I was looking for closure-one last glimpse of a red sky. Maybe orange was the new red. This was the last picture that I took. That was last summer. It’s been a late goodbye.