When I left the office today the sky was dark and overcast and the air held rainy promises. Dark grey clouds were rushing to cover every inch of the late evening sky. It would have been an ordinary performance were it not for the cosmological interruption of the setting sun. As the sun dipped in the western horizon, it lit up an arc of clouds in the western horizon in such an artistic manner that it would have looked unnatural on a painting. The blue grey clouds suddenly had specks of luminous orange on the sections nearer the sun. As the dazzling ball of solar flames nestled closer to its dwelling, it spread its vanishing glow generously among the middle clouds. I was watching clouds being rocketed into space in slow motion leaving glowing embers in their wake. There was a final burst of a pinkish orange flame from afar and the golden orange flecks disappeared slowly. I was left staring at heavy, dark monsoon clouds once again but this time there was a radiance in my heart.
I didn't want to take a picture since the sunset is more vivid in my mind. Photographs can blur memory sometimes, as a friend said. Yes, I love the monsoons, though they have been rather deceptive this time around.
