The setting sun tells you tales of a young lover, for long depressed and dejected. With all it's might, it will rise again, look for the lover he wishes for, but upon an unfortunate series of events, it doesn't belong to a city of crowded silence. Long dejected the sun sets for yet another day. Rising with a ray of hope, silent and hurtful, pretty sunsets of a city lost within itself.
Like lights of a night sky, the city of a thousand dreams floats along the waves. Dancing to the tunes of a cold January evening, unbothered by who resides. A ferry ride to home with lights of a city that sleeps in its worry. Nothing too sad, nothing too happy, somewhere in between just about existing. Unnoticed and away from the chaos of a ordinary world.
Ghat will always be my favorite place in city.
Neha Bharali 🌻
(Written on account of events witnessed daily as I take a ferry towards home. )
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