Twilight

Nestled in the midst of a large evergreen forest in the hills of Uttaranchal was a stone grey cittage with floor to ceiling glass windows and a wooden interior. The curtains that could be pulled over the windows were moss green and reflected the view outisde in a subtle way. The forest outside the cottage was alive with activity and if I shut my eyes and focused on nothing in particular, I could hear the soft sounds of nature. Chirping of crickets, croaking of toads and the piercing calls of birds as they flew to their nests before the sun set. The sun itself was another stunning sight. The orange ball of fire spreading it vast and still radiant glow across the sky as if engaging in a fight with the sky but losing valiantly; and finally giving up and bidding the world farewell. The dying cinders of it lit up the sky later in the form of tiny pinpricks of silver scattered across the now dark blue sky. It looked as though Micah (the local stone found in the state) had been ground and just thrown up into the air. As the sky changed from blue to black, the moon came out too casting its silver light on the trees and changing the world from a vibrant to a soft silver one.