Am Down Under and its broad daylight at 19:00. Well this certainly is new to me.
Night sets in at that hour up in that part of the globe where i hail from.
The inhabitants would be immersed into the new found excitement of reality shows and soap operas on t.v. Yes, we do have our very own desi versions of 'American Idol' and 'So you think you can dance' and millions glued to the idiot box. This time around though, the fingers are not fiddling with the remotes, eyes glued to the screen, their fingers are glued to the mobile - busy sending sms for their favourite candidates.
Did i ever dream of sitting in the 9th floor of an office building in Sydney, looking at the clouds floating in a blue sky being rapidly painted black?
I dont have any recollection of such a dream, yet here i am seeing it unfold before me. A summer sun painting the sky scarlet, while fluffy dark clouds move in shouting ' Thats enough from you for the day Mr.Sun'.
God seems to play the mediator. I can see fingers of light seperating a angry young cloud from punching the receding sun.
Even as the battle seems to end, we only know too well that Sun will rise back to the glory of his azure blue kingdom tomorrow.
