someone once told my friend that sunsets are overly romanticised,
so it led me into thinking if the end of a day could be so beautiful,
it better be the centre theme of my bubbling romances.
when i was a child, i found orange a very fascinating colour,
until someone once took me to the hills,
and showed me a shade of orange i’d never, ever not remember.
some people, they’re that way,
like sunsets in big cities,
you wait for it the entire day,
and it just doesn’t occur.
the sky changes colour without warning,
without a spectacular show,
from blue to black,
without a tint of orange.
my best friend feels like one,
like she’s in the middle of a sky-changing game,
but doesn’t know it,
and sunsets are the finish line,
but with the birds that go home,
lingering in the pink and purple,
above the sea and its waves,
romanticising heartbreaks and sadness,
she’s a person less,
a sunset more,
just like in the pictures,
the perfect shade of orange.
Photograph by Parshya Bora