Roaming through the city at the night time is a mix of strange emotions. The sun has gone down, and the moon has taken over. The light which is always portrayed as the source of happiness is gone. And darkness has settled in. Every living and non-living being begins to whisper a different language. There is light; there are people. There is the moon; there is a fruit vendor.
None of these things are extraordinary - of coure, moon is the exception.
Behold the scene and decide for yourself. Is it the moon which dominates, or is there any other thing? Even the red color, which is a symbol of revolution is not enough to compete with the sole beauty.
Moving ahead, there are streetlights. Now, what about these manly created light? They have a lesson to teach as well. They do not fight the darkness; they just exist within it. A reminder for all of us: sometimes it is just enough to take the next step.
Then, the people passing by carry stories we will never know. Some are returning home after a long day; some are chasing dreams that refuse to let them sleep. Others may simply be exisiting, wandering in searching for something they do not know. We cross paths for a second, and then, we cease to exist for one ano
Then there is the fruit vendor, waiting for possibility. While every other shop is closed, his small bsuiness remains open under the glow of a single bulb.
In the end, the beauty does not disappear when the sun goes down. It simply becomes silent, waiting for those who are willing to walk the slow path.
...................
Peace 馃晩
...................
This is my entry for Night Photography Contest. Do check out the rules before applying.
