The last sunset.
The world wrapped their 9-5
in a fancy gift wrap of “I’m too tired”
as the sun slowly started falling
for someone who didn’t love him back.
Why should he be any different than us?
As the sunset,
everything turned black
and I say black because apparently
orange is the new black.
This black was a mixture of different hues,
of reds that looked like love stories
of yellows that reminded us of summer camp,
and every so often, a dark blue peeked out of the curtains.
Omar stretched his arms,
stepped out of his office,
and texted his best friend Agastya.
“Hey! Meet me in ten minutes
I feel like watching the sky today.
Don’t ask me why.”
Omar never noticed the sun
he was too busy in his corporate world.
Agastya always noticed the colors of the sky,
he loved painting,
and at the very base, feeling alive.
When they were seven-years-old
They saw the sunset together once.
That is how they met.
Omar couldn’t get that day out of his mind today
and so he rushed to the park.
Agastya never made it.
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