Sunsets and Me.
Sunsets and Me. My parental house is in the old part of the city. An ancestral place where two previous generations before my father and uncle had lived and flourished. It was an independent home, not very lavish but spacious enough for us kids to play hopscotch, hide and seek and run around as little kids in the courtyard. A place bustling with people. Relatives and extended family who frequently visited. For me, it's a memory of a home full of happiness and sunshine. Yes, sunshine, literally. The house stood west-facing and was right opposite a lake, and every evening, I had a picturesque view of the sunset. Not that I took a chance and appreciated the ubiquitous sunset; mostly, I didn't. I was too busy to even notice it most of the days. In the scorching summers, late afternoons brought heat and glare directly into the rooms of the westward-facing home, and the onset of monsoons would mean the intrusion of insects and mosquitoes into our lake-facing home. The winter afternoo