Though the forests are gone, I still love the view from the balcony.

As the poet said beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, it is true. I enjoy the sun rise and sun set in my locality. I am blessed to have the time to enjoy the beauty in my locality.

The orange sun during the sunset in a polluted horizon just makes the sun look oranger. Gone are those days when the egg looked orangish.

Due to forced perspective, one might have seen the monkey god swallowing the sun. Alas the same god burnt his mouth due to fire on earth. No logic can explain such behaviour except a gullible child. My brother at 5 saw no chariot coming from the sky as our grandpa narrated stories where the chariot came to lift Parth or Arjun. My father’s maternal aunt’s husband called my brother Parth.

So, it depends on a child’s intelligence level as to what to believe and what not to believe.

On rainy days I enjoyed the greenery washed off the soot. The forest meant for birds and wild creatures is ripped off the earth by tractors. In its place is barren earth prepared for construction of concrete slabs for faster commute.