Recently I figured out that, I am a sunset person. I
love watching the sun taking a dip into the ocean. You can call me a naturalistic
pervert literally; but that is the one and only thing which gives peace to my
soul. From past two years, I’ve been taking pictures of sunsets and all the
while I’ve noticed that I totally lose myself. There is a particular charm that
sunsets have. With the fading shades at the twilight hours, sunsets take down
the grief, cynicism, pessimism, pressures and frustrations. I’ve always dreamt
of living beside the beach and every time I reach the sunset, the dream
transforms into an ambition and so it grows stronger with every descent.
When I watch people walking on the seashore, there is
a multitude of emotions transpiring around. I see a couple that seeks a jiffy
of solitude, but fails to get some. I see a few people jogging by, some plugged
into the own world, some unplugged from the world and charging themselves into
serenity. I see a herd of tourists scraping the beauty of the beach along with
some flagrant localites who don’t give a damn about their city. Most of the
times, I visited the sunset spots alone while I was in my town. There is a
small lake just nearby our house which makes home really feel like home. But,
even after being in Mumbai for a year, the feeling of home hasn’t made its home
in my heart yet. All I can say is my dream of capturing sunsets at the horizon
has been a wonderful pact I have made with myself.
When the sun sets down, the whole landscape of
silhouettes come alive in front of my eyes. Our shadows that have been
following us, no matter how terribly we fail to make the best of our day while
the sun shines; the shadows that gets more tanned than us, in the scorching sun;
these very shadows merge into our own selves and become one. That’s what sunset
teaches me; to be one with my darker side, to embrace the negativity so hard,
so close, it get lost within.
The matter of fact is that, life happens twice every
day; once in the morning and once in the evening. It is up to us if we can make
up to it. Whatever we do in between, it is purely defined as ‘making’ a living
for which we are paid. It is strange to know how the world behaves when
workplace life and this neo-professional life of living by the sunsets don’t
coexist. Seldom there is a place that identifies the human eternal craving for absolute
pleasure and brings together those collages of soulful silhouettes.
No job can
pay you for being savouring the beauty of nature; there is no paycheck that grows
in the trees; there is no better appraisal than rainbows in summer and there is
no better boss than the sun itself. When it’s up, it awakens everybody, and
when it goes to sleep, everybody sleeps along. It’s a silent leader that shows
us the path of illumination and most of all, it makes our day.
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