Sitting on the edge of that rock which plunged miles below in the vast valley strewn with boulders, dotted with greens of bushes and trees I was all set and ready to merge myself with the sunset sky. My gaze fixed on the stretch of the sky above the layers of hill range at the other end of valley, I absorbed the stillness of the moment. There were other groups of tourists scattered over the rocky terrain and murmur of voices could be felt but a kind of hushed expectant silence spread over the area. Every heart there was as if filled with deep reverence towards the most majestic, grand show of the day end. Sunset is there since humans are there on earth. So much has been said, written about it. We all must have witnessed more sunsets than we could count yet it’s charisma never fades. Every time we see the twilight slowly descending on earth, the lights gradually fading in oblivion, the majestic sun gliding on the sky, in and out of clouds and the blaze of colours…the golden yellows, the vibrant oranges, the silky blue turning into deep purple, the dashes of pink, our heart is filled with awe.
This sun there, must have seen the rise and fall of India’s one of the most prosperous empire. The setting sun must have kissed the Gopurams of the temples scattered all over Hampi with same equanimity whether they dazzled in their glory or lay buried in dust and mud. The thought gave me a feeling of timelessness. The whispering leaves of the lone tree near the small shrine on rocks fell into a silence. Wind too sang in hushed notes. All around us a sweet tranquility prevailed. Occasionally the sound of bells from Virupaksha temple groups reached us. It was a wonderful moment. A reassuring one when, suddenly that trust, that belief takes deep root within you that….everything is alright, everything happens for good.
After the curtain fell over the majestic show of the sunset, I lay there on the rock watching the tiny pale stars slowly walking in….life felt just so perfect.
sipping the light….drop by drop I inhale and glow…..Hanuman temple
Slowly Sun wraps up it’s golden orange extravaganza and starts fading into oblivion leaving stage to softer, subtler colours….. yes, the stage has to be shared to make the display more beautiful deep and complete.. Every one deserves a chance and each has it’s special attributes.
The distant echoes of sunset sky are silently absorbed by the puddle . During the long, dark night every colour comes alive to whisper soothing lullabies to still waters.
Reaching out to departing sun…. May all your yearnings be satisfied.
Before the curtain is finally pulled…. tender caresses of wind makes me feel light and feathery, the silky blue spreads in eyes and pearly pink nestles inside….. I am ready to surrender.
All the pictures by Sunder Iyer.
November 2, 2017 at 5:05 AM
Beautiful photographs… great use of color.
Thanks for sharing.
November 2, 2017 at 8:54 AM
Thanks Bill for words of appreciation.
November 2, 2017 at 9:11 AM
Beautiful…
November 2, 2017 at 3:44 PM
thanks Ester
November 2, 2017 at 4:12 PM
Why we like some sunsets better than others is … maybe it’s the atmosphere or our state of mind. Sometimes we are mentally free to think.
November 3, 2017 at 4:42 PM
That’s an interesting thought, Arv. I feel both the reasons contribute towards that. Sunsets in natural surroundings always looks more beautiful. The entire frame looks serene. When we are free to absorb the beauty, free to see the entire sunset drama unfolding ,it stays within us. Thanks for the visit and the beautiful thought provoking comment.