Black Hole Sun

6.52PM.29th April 07. Bangalore.From my 7th floor window.

I hate sunsets.

They leave me melancholy.

I dread the twilight halo

and let it pass

hiding in my windowless cubbyhole

on weekdays.

But Sundays are particularly tough.

All of my seventh floor apartment windows face west.

Ironic?

I try to ignore, but the orange glow

seeps in under the heavy drawn curtains

taunting me.

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You are getting obsessive

my mother says.

So I decided to work on it.

Last Sunday evening

I pushed the curtains aside

braved the disparage carroty blaze

And stared out for a while.

The sun

placid and unfriendly

all consuming and shameless.

The familiar inexplicable hollow feeling.

When will I learn to deal with it?