Sunsets stay like a forgotten pain.

Sunday laughs like a broken dream over my eyelashes as I watch the sunset unfolding. There’s no sun, I acclaim loudly, my voice navigating through the cracks in the air. This evening is a caravan of exhausted clouds, finding their homes. Somewhere in my balcony, I open and close my arms like I am becoming a crippling movement.

Throughout the sky there are small linings of the clouds, between them I try finding the sun. It must be playing hide and seek, my dying hope reaffirms.

Why do you watch the sunset?
Everyday.
I don’t watch the sunset, I witness hope emerging through the darkness. Monsoon is my depressed soul, it needs the skin of the sun to clear the emotions. When it rains my home gets filled with water, where I imagine the paper boats.

What if there is no sunset?
There always is.
In my imagination there’s a big cloud over the sun. A straight red line appears as if doors of the other world are opening. Paradise!
is a good exclamation. There’s a way out of this sadness if you try enough to remember that sunsets occur everyday despite the heavy rain. All the memories of the day melt in my arms and the sun dies a transient death.

Often our lives are intertwined forming a knot, all it takes is a moment where you breathe like it’s your first and the last, when you forget the taste of the pain but remember only the side-effects. Perhaps the sun is where I have kept my hope and to keep it alive I must survive till the evening.

©Sameera Mansuri 2020.

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