It's been such a long long time since I last updated this space. I think the silence got a little too deafening for those around me.
I was walking home yesterday in twilight, when the last rays of the day were threatening to retreat behind the clouds. The sky was coloured a beautiful shade of turquoise and for a moment, time seemed to have sucked in its breath and stopped. The trees on the sidewalk fluttered its leaves, quietly at first, then as if in a welcoming gesture of the night, they bent. Oddly enough, the streets were empty, not a single soul and the dogs seemed to have forgotten to bark. It was silent all the way home. And odder still, i relished the silence. It's so rare these days when you're greeted with pure silence, neither uneasy nor frightening. And it's in these silences that one lives again. When the existence of one's being is felt, thoroughly.
Somehow, i feel twilight accentuates your feelings of the day. It's as though its doing its last and final duty of wrapping up your day. For me, most of the time, twilight has never failed to evoke that sad, sinking feeling, of the day coming to an end, opportunities of the day closing its doors in your face. And who knows? What tomorrow might bring. But I think when one feels happy in twilight, the feeling is euphorism at its best.
God spoke to me last night. Really. He spoke as though He was right there, in front of me. and He answered every single one of my requests. One by one, in the manner that I asked. Could one ask for more? It's true when they say we serve a living God and we read the living Word. Because we really do. what happened last night was really a testimony to that. and sometimes, I feel that twilight is one of God's little ways to make us feel human and pure again, after a day in the secular world...