ABSTRACT
Kamola went by the river when the western sky was painted in pink and orange hues. Intuitively she knew when this time of the day approached. There was a subtle change in the color of the light which made the trees and the earth look magical. If she paid attention she could tell from the birds’ chirping that it was time for them to return to their nests. Like any other day, today also she knew that twilight was approaching. Somehow nature sent her the message.
