Dusk - that time of the day when light surrenders to the darkness around. When it's neither day nor night, quite like the much-talked about "grey".
The time when a husband, after a day's hard work, drives back home with the hopes of seeing his wife soon and enveloping her in his embrace.
The time when a wife frees herself from the household chores to get ready for her husband and lays out the dinner for him in anticipation of a great evening.
This is the time when I travel in my cab, (on some few lucky days) reminiscing about the day's events. Some bitter moments, some sweet, and some insanely irritating.
This is the time when random songs playing on the stereo make you go through a gamut of emotions.
Some make you smile despite yourself...and the cab driver looks up i the rear-view mirror wondering what's wrong with you.
Some make you lean your head against the car window and stare outside at the thousands of twinkling headlights. You see the traffic around you, but what you are looking at are random scenes from your life playing in front of your eyes.
And those of us who are lucky enough to have found their someone special inadvertently imagine their rosy future with them.
This is the time when you observe people around you - a group of young girls in an auto, all dressed up for a party; office people stuffed in a cab, glad to be on their way back home; the guy in the swanky car at the red light eyeing the light-eyed beauty in the bus and what not.
This is the time when I sit in my cab and switch off my cell to write this inane post.
