“Sunset and the evening sky… sunset and…” My mind kept on repeating these words as we were on our way to the beach, close to the Stanley park. In the good old days, a visit to the beach was a daily affair during summer holidays and the picture was almost clear on the mental canvass but I switched over to certain scenes in the novels of William Faulkner or Oscar Wilde so that mind won’t slip into those happy-go-lucky days!
Wow, we were at the beach and even as I dashed towards the sea, the impatient mind deleted the word sunset and said, rather sarcastically ‘evening sky?” In these parts of the planet earth, one can’t say who is delaying the glorious moment. Your watch may show it is well past 6.00 PM but, up there, it is bright and sunny. Oh, sorry, I must be talking about the sea. No doubt, it is like a good looking dame who walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry sky. There is something serene and melodious about this sea. But, not so the Arabian sea in our area. The waves are tall, active and pleasantly noisy. It is Rock ‘n’ roll all the time. By the way, the song ‘sunset and evening sky’ is something you won’t miss because it takes place at 6.00 PM or so. Your eyes shift to the distant horizon not only to watch the sunset but to watch the left-overs and the sea birds which fly criss-cross during sunset.