That fleeting moment when the sun bows out and the streetlights blink awake—there’s something magical about it. A hush, a shift, a quiet handing over of time.
Day’s last breath, night’s first whisper. The night creatures stretch, the day ones retreat. And for a brief, golden moment, both share the stage.
Transitions are like that. They hold the past, hint at the future, and let us linger in the present just long enough to feel the change.
And isn’t that where the real magic happens?
How many umbrellas does it take to block out the one Sun?
And yet, each throws a different colour, bending light into its own little universe.
Shapes shift, shadows stretch, and a quiet dance begins—patterns forming, fading, reforming.
People walk through it, oblivious or enchanted. Some are part of the dance. Some don’t even know they are.
The Sun plays. The umbrellas respond. The world moves on.
Who’s watching? Who’s noticing?
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It’s always about the frame. How you frame the problem changes the problem itself.
One moment, I was talking to people, standing beside them, sharing thoughts. Then came the trudge down the rolling hills—a pleasant, happy descent through Vagamon’s stunning landscape.
Thirty minutes later, I turned around.
The people I had just spoken to? Now tiny silhouettes on the horizon. The hill? A mere bump in the distance. The shifting light made them look like mannequins in a store—motionless, almost unreal.
Perspective changes everything. What looks overwhelming up close may seem insignificant from afar. What seems impossible now may, with distance, reveal new possibilities.
Try changing the frame—you might see things in a whole new way.
How do you welcome a new day?
The first shimmer of sunlight is more than just a cue to wake up—it’s a hint of opportunity. A fresh invitation to:
✨ Continue the work from yesterday.
✨ Begin anew.
✨ Press reset.
✨ Walk the long road.
✨ Course correct.
✨ Sit down and reflect.
Whatever works for you.
The Sun rising in the east might feel like routine, but treating it as a gift, a reminder, a moment to pause—that changes everything.
So wherever you are, celebrate it. Sing, dance, run, read—do whatever fills you with life.
Because the majestic Sun is a daily lesson in beginnings, transitions, and showing up—no matter what.
(at Udaipur City, Rajasthan, India)
The incredible thing about sunsets? They bear an uncanny resemblance to sunrises.
One marks an ending, the other a beginning—but in truth, they are part of the same cycle. Every sunset quietly hands over the sky to the next sunrise, and life moves forward.
It’s the time when birds are close to home—some flying away, others flying toward. They don’t dwell on what was, only on where they’re headed next.
Both sunrises and sunsets captivate us. Maybe because they symbolize change—a closure of sorts and a fresh startwaiting in the wings.
The birds know the secret. They embrace the light, the dark, and everything in between. And most importantly, they fly.
Maybe it’s time we did too.
It’s early in the morning. The Sun is unleashing a fresh crimson on an early sky which still seems besotted with the night gone by.
The Sun is there. Persistent yet silent. The only loud statement coming from it action : a constant rising.
People warm up to the Sun. But before people do, the birds set off a note of welcome. Loud. Joyful. Synchronous in their randomness. And as they announce their presence the giant temple gopuram of several centuries seems to nod and smile.
A new day is here. The Sun is out. It’s time to flap your wings and fly.
Fly.
(at Meenakshi Amman Temple)
Across the bridge, beyond the river and from behind the mountains, the Sun emerged. Announcing a new day and another opportunity to begin anew.
That is all that’s required. One more chance to give it a go.
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The waterfront arrived unannounced.
We walked through pathways and roads that were remarkably well maintained given that there was practically no one there. We descended a flight of stairs and the sea was upon us.
Holding a lingering crimson of a setting Sun for just a minute longer. Like lovers hugging and saying goodbye in a train station.
A lady and her brisk dog walked by. Each anticipating the others move. With space, joy and untethered happiness.
It was a moment that the Sun would have rued missing.
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Perhaps it was the effect of Tennyson whose home this place housed. Freshwater Bay, Isle Of Wight.
It was a spectacular sunset. The fact that there was Sun was such joy. And then to see this sunset was a huge lottery win!
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The balustrade on the bridge over the River Sienne on Paris, has seen much river flow beneath it. So much so, that it barely warms up to the Sun making its appearance in the horizon.
The Sun isn’t making an appearance for the Sienne either. Some sort of a magical coincidence.
The average traveller in me revels at such coincidences as we pack our bags one more time today.
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