The setting sun was spreading its last hues. The firmamental brightness was losing its lustre. Just like an actor wipes out the last trace of make-up from her face, the sky was melting into nothing but the darkest blue. I knew that was soon to disappear as darkness was slowly sneaking into my room. But I was savouring the darkness, slowly the bookshelf at the far corner was passing into oblivion eaten up by its own shadow growing enormous. I could hear the cheerful shouting of the kids playing in the park below. The small park, the only green speck left in the locality, is the place to unleash childhood. The chattering of the birds mingled with that of the children, both returning to their nests.
My coffee was getting cold. I didn’t feel the urge to finish it- I wanted it to stay a little longer, the approaching evening along with the warmth of the coffee.
The whiff of sambar hit me hard, the “dosa wallah” was down there. His regular customer, the elderly Mrs. Sanyal was giving instructions. The jubilant dosa-man, I assumed, was not listening to her, I could clearly make that out, for his head was nodding not according to Mrs. Sanyal’s words, but in perfect rhythm to the sound coming from his mobile phone’s FM, lying sheepishly in a plate on his make-shift shop. Of course, the young man deserved every right to have a virtual dance session with Alia Bhatt, the song played was locha e-ulfat from 2 States.
I looked at the room again. Darkness had devoured it, entirely. The sound of conch shells from neighbouring households was officially announcing the end of the day. Almost every window was glowing, except mine. Suddenly, I felt alien to the ambience, it was like witnessing the earth from a spaceship, an entirely different world, so close yet so far away.
The house was eerily silent. My kid was off to a friend’s house to celebrate his “happy birthday”, and, hubby was yet to arrive. A perfect time to exhibit laziness mixed with a palpable amount of imagination, the most prominent traits in me.
A sudden flash of light almost blinded me as I tried hard to identify the source squinting the eyes. Oh! It was hubby dear, seeing the darkroom and, knowing full well that I don’t have any camera for which “washing and developing” the negatives were needed, he got perplexed and just switched on all the lights!
In utter bewilderment, he asked if everything was alright.
“Oh! Yes, just an untimely Halloween”. I laughed and looked at the alien world outside.
“We will meet again”. I whispered.