It was late dusk. The rain had come to a stop after emptying itself. I boarded the metro and pushed myself and found a place to stand by the window. It was a day, like any other.

But the Sky begged to differ. There was a sinister orange hue to the dark sky. No, it didn’t envelope or cover it entirely. It was just two strokes of dark orange contrasted again the black evening dusk.
The boldness of it shocked me.

Of course, no one else was looking out. They were too busy inside their phones, probably liking someone else’s picture of this bold beauty on Instagram.

Those strokes followed the metro for some more time until the metro went underground. I was dismayed. But I desperately hoped to see it again, although I knew the offer was over and it disappeared forever.