Days blend into evenings sooner than expected.
So by 6P.M., the cloak of dusk has already fallen over the urban camaraderie.
The bustling traffic looks like red and golden streaks against the dark backgrounds.
Ardent, ablaze, aflare and aroused.
The twilight is set alight by very many festive Chinese illuminations bedecked like brides on the four walls of skyscrapers, shopping malls, and houses.
After all, it is "the festive season" of India jam-packed with back to back celebrations, with barely breather days inbetween.
Despite the glowing LEDs, my evenings are always draped in black cafards. Bedight with melancholia.
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