Fading Canvas...

When the evening casts upon the earth, most of the people do not perceive, what a bizarre painting is drawn behind the mesh of trees, through the tangled leaves, on the naked sky. When the radiant beam of light, wheels down the sky slowly, all of a sudden three-four pieces of ghostly clouds float around in this oblivion. And from the blackish shadows of the pallid trees, like an anaemic phantom, appears thick fog like, smoky, vaporous little particles. While an invisible painter, brushes stroke of black, red, and white color on the west sky. The distant landscape hastily rolls up its vibrant carpet from the background. The shadows grow tall to taller, and a black spider keeps on weaving webs of darkness.




This is how little beauties fade away from our life, like an unnoticeable masterpiece. As darkness devours the glorious horizon, everyday I find it miraculous to find myself alive and breathing in this medieval painting...