An evening, mid monsoon, mid July, when the shadow overcast had taken a break, they spent the evening, under the setting sun.
The scorching heat burnt their skins while the cold breeze calmed those burns.
They waited for two hours, two long hours, to watch the sky glow.
Behind the grey clouds, the sun remained shy, it rays touching the water, like sparkling diamonds over the horizon.
Golden to yellow, yellow to red, the colors kept changing, painting the sky in colorful abundance.
The dark blue sky, the burning white clouds, the sound of the ways. Mesmerizing. Tender.
They lived the moment, in divine silence.