The Evening.

Aaaaa. Blogger pisses me off. Cus I have to get to the site to relieve my feelings!! So I do it here now (on MS word)! A Tribute to The Evening.

This evening, the sky is a strange color, not cerulean and neither amethyst, more like the color of an evening sky. The color that is tinted, slightly, to fit your mood while you hear the azaan; the slight murmur reminding us of the Great Day.

I feel like breathing in the evening air, the fragrance, the color, the mood.

The street lights are lit, a tiny tube in all its modesty lighting up the evening sky like an extended star rapier. Oh what a wonderful evening.

Ah, the good old cawing. It adds to the mood, this evening has something in store for all the senses. Even the not-so-sixth, that of knowing the end of a season! =[

But this air borne murmur from the skies seems a little out of place because it reminds me of Ramadan. And I would like to keep the Ramadan-evenings-charm to that particular month only. I don’t like this gradual change. When its Ramadan, the skies must fill with prayer and recitation afresh, what is this warming up all about? Don’t like it one bit!