Talking to myself (On sunsets)
"I was waiting for the end of sunset."
"Did it end?"
"I don't know. You start just when the sun starts glowing with its last bit of brilliance for the day and then begins to slowly fade. As it is fading, it singes the sky bright."
"Therefore, it has not set; it has settled."
"What is settled?"
"The sky is not a lodging house."
"The sun does not need space; it needs time...time to return."
"Why does it set then?"
"It is a cycle, a time zone."
"So, the sun is just playing a role?"
"It is doing its job."
"I wonder why then so much romance is attached to a dawn-to-dusk job. Why was I waiting for it to set, taking in every change in colour?"
"Because it is about change."
"Not if it appears everyday."
"Change is not about reappearing but about how you see it reappearing. Why do you watch the sunset if it is the same?"
"To see if it will break through the sky and change course."
"Is it a challenge or are you only hoping for it to rest so that you can watch the stars?"
"The stars are there."
"But you can't see them."
"Seeing is not everything. I know that night will arrive. It is the familiarity that makes things complacent."
"It makes you complacent, perhaps."
"It makes me take it for granted."
"And what is wrong about that?"
"By taking it for granted, I expect it to always be there, and I know that it won't, not as I am accustomed to seeing it. There will be clouds, there will be buildings, there will be times when I won't be able to watch it."
"The sun will still set and there will be night."
"Night has its own identity; it does not necessarily allude to the sun setting."
"The sun has to set for night."
"This is what I don't like. The stratification. Why does one have to lead to another. It is linear and lacks edginess."
"This is Nature."
"So did you see the sun set?"
"Yes. I watched it closely, every little change and how it got reduced in size and disappeared. It was stunning."
"The beauty of it?"
"No. I realised that the sunset is not about the sun at all. It is about the sky."