The car was turning just as the red ball of fire dissolved. The sky burst into shades of red and purple. The circle of lanterns in the distance beckoned and we walked towards the brown and silver charpoys. A glass of champagne in our hands, we watched the clouds churn the colours, the reds and purples melting into darker shades. Suddenly, the chug of a train attracted our attention, the red compartments adding some colour to the yellow and green patches of coarse grass and small shrubs. And then the sky lost its shades and only the little lanterns brightened up the dark night. The moon was watching our retreat to the cosy makeshift sitting area.




