Twilight (as just plain twilight) whizzed past, and as always evoked some poetry, but with time, left with words - lost or mangled or distorted. broken pieces of thoughts and feelings, just a vague memory -the moment. the residue thought being why is this transient phase, twilight, so breathtakingly beautiful, inspite of its sombre and bordering-on-gloomy backdrop?! dawn and twilight draw their beauty more so from the fact that, they are and fleetingly ephemeral?!; life being life, the times which constitute 'twilight' is beautiful coz, it brings into focus the beauty that is left, to be relished and cherished before the 'shutdown'?! Love them for whatever they are...
didnt want to watch the hindi version(raavan, somehow convinced that ab w/couldnt have done justice) and didn't, but did get to hear the songs; k theyre alright! but behne de pales before the intoxicating tamil version usure poguthe...ofcourse u have to follow the lyrics to be sozzled in them!
will miss the riot of green, the cacaphony of sounds, the awesome semblance of order in disorder, the intermingling of fauna and flora in everyday life, smells of yesteryears, pocketed memories in scribbled pages, and sondha mannin vaasanai (apni mitti ki khushboo)...ofcourse home is where the heart is..and yes home yonder beckons..but, the tug tightens each time...
