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s1 {font-kerning: none}Painting the warm tangerine Indian sky, the sun retreats for the day. Swirling mists envelope the cacophony of the city, which ushers in a soothing touch to a highly humid atmosphere. The zephyrs simultaneously clear the bituminous asphalt by stealing away decayed leaves and wilted petals. They whirl around, lingering as if caught in a vicious catfight, to finally disappear into the vast unknown. The silhouette of the sinking sun descends faultlessly into the almost placid lake, its waters stirred only by the symmetrical synchronisation of paddling ducks. At the edge of the lake, a family of four is ineptly lobbing bits of soggy bread and rice to the ducks. Their most energetic and youngest member, supporting a shocking mop of scarlet red hair, wearing rugged jeans and a cowboy hat, is incessantly trying to sail small brightly coloured paper boats on the mirrored surface of water.

Surrounding the crystal-clear water, caught in a merry dance of their own, are a kaleidoscopic palette of blooming bright blooms standing tall among the green blades of sod. Doubtlessly, the lavish green turf with a sparkle of colours is a merry sight to behold. Millions of silver tinted sprinklers placed strategically spout out the daily dose of requisite replenishment to the lush vegetation.

Tweet, tweet, tweet… the melodious humming of canary birds, flying back home after a hard day’s work, permeates the calm surroundings adding a touch of musical beats to this harmonious and picture perfect setting.  A flock of chirping wild sparrows with brightly coloured crowns, atop their heads, dart towards the ground like a meteoric shower, invading the garden, for succulent and sustaining grains.Along the tarmac, are some seasoned regulars, stalwarts of the society, taking their usual evening stroll keeping them as fit as fiddles. The aged saunter along the meandering path at a more leisurely pace, occasionally sitting down on stony seats under the shade of trees to catch a quick breath. While a gaunt old man, drawing a mixed audience of giggling youngsters and mature adults regales his company with wise tales drawn from his life’s experiences.

He is a magical master, holding the attention of his motley audience with alacrity and charm.  Further ahead, an impoverished man in ragged clothes is extending his gnarled hand in the hope of a little philanthropy. Next to him, under the shaded canopy of a willow tree, a palmist is zealously wooing a possible customer with the promise of a glorious future, the gleam of silver sparkling in his eyes. Hawkers, lined up near the gate are carrying on a roaring trade. A young couple relaxing on the lush grass is enjoying fried and succulent pakoras (fritters), the mouthwatering fragrance lingering along the cobbled path.

An antiquated ice-cream van stands under the amber yellow starlight. It’s feeble and wobbly body with peeling paint and a rusted body, a misnomer for the frozen delights it regularly spews out. A team of boisterous football enthusiasts practice on the coarse and arid piece of land earmarked for their regular routine. Their energy and enthusiasm seem to echo around the field, as they tirelessly pursue the neon coloured ball. Just under the shaded protection of the cedar trees abides a mixed arrangement of swings where babies and toddlers waddling about on the sand, bouncing on the trampoline and swinging on the bars can be seen having a stupendous and marvellous time, while their overprotective guardians hover nearby.

What a jubilant evening! A microcosm of the microcosm showing the variety of varied life forms existing and enjoying together in a celebration of life.As the yellow tinted star makes its final descent, the reverberating gong sounds, heralding the end of another remarkable day.  All things considered, the clock struck a quarter to seven and the park is now rapidly getting abandoned like a pack of cards that are discarded after constant use.

Ladies head to their air conditioned homes to plan and execute delectable gourmet delights for the family. The exhausted children head home in a deflation of their earlier spirits as if pricked by a pin and sapped out of their energy. The long evening looms ahead with their daily homework to be tackled and extra classes to be held with their respective home tutors.

In any case, the sight before me is a beautiful mess altogether biting gums of differed hues studded on the concrete like diamonds on jewellery”, joined by individuals’ discarded litter and crisp packets lying stranded on the ground.If one would hit this enthralling paradise, he/she would surely indulge with the liveliness, hubbub and aura of this park.