The sun begins to dip below the horizon, As if bidding the world a fond farewell. Its rays stretching out like a last embrace, Before it retreats into its slumbering place. A sunset, like a his life, has its own story to tell, Of beginnings and endings, of joy and farewell. The moon and dark clouded came out in the sky, the dark clouds were hiding the moon underneath him. As dark clouds were floating in the sky, aayansh past started to appear before his eyes.

He was standing in front of the window and watching the hustle and bustle going on on the street as it was time for work and his hand was on his chest. He did not return home because he was waiting for something. Just then there was a knock at the door. Without turning back he called out, “Come inside.”