There was something inscrutable about the sky at dawn and dusk. It held secrets it wanted you to know. It mislead you at times too, and for a fleeting second you wondered if the deep hues signalled the arrival of dawn or ushered in dusk. Rishabh stood back, looking up at the sky, wondering what it would make people believe today. The sky reflecting the on the still water, added to the mystique. Soft lights lit up alleys and […]
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