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  • It was lush green all around us. Green as far as our little eyes could see. We loved it that way. We sat there looking at the long shadows of ourselves cast by the golden rays of sun showered from behind. There was warmth in those mild rays. Enough warmth to blow away the years of coldness that hid us from each other. Just enough warmth to make us hope that the evening would last for an eternity.

    I always wanted for things to stay this way. But life had grown a bit too fast for me to understand the turns it took. But it did not matter anyways. ‘Coz the roads were always too crowded for me to change my course or take a wrong turn even if I wanted to. So it did not matter then. It only matters when we sit here under the orange sky and wonder why such moments have become a rarity in our lives. Why can’t we stay this way?

    We both know that life would have been a lot different if we were not successful at what we did. But we still wonder if the difference would have been for the good or otherwise. Could we have had more of such moments which belong to us and only us? Could we have played along with time taking refuge in the illusion that the evenings never end? Could we have had the luxury to dream ourselves away and never come back?

    All evenings come to an end, always. Or so I was told. My eyes were busy searching for a moon to fill the sky so that we can stay that way till the morning rays wake us into reality. But the moon was long eclipsed by the sun. There are no moons in a successful world. Only the sun, only day. The magic of the night is forever hidden, forever lost. Just like our moments under an orange sky.
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