Sipra'sDiary: New York (2)

          Every afternoon during my stay in New york ,it was a visual feast for me to sit beside the window facing to the west, and to drink the  beauty of the sunset in the river hudson; gazing at  how the setting sun sprayed magnificient colours with his enormous pastel throuhtout the sky; how the multicoloured floating clouds of different shapes flew gently  in one way by the wind, as if,carrying the message of the sun to some other corner of the earth!Gradually glare of colour began to  be dim to dimmer and  at last turned grey near the horizon; the sun ,perhaps unwilling to leave his beloved consort earth, kissed the horizon with  his last rays to disappear under the bosom of the Hudson,waiting for the next morn.

Sipra's Diary::NewYork ( Part-1)

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      I emember I landed to stay in  New York on the very  historically tragic  day of the nation ::   on 9^th sep,2011.  Right from the airport up to my building I was ruminating the horror of that inauspicious day inside, while outside gazing the ‘city with lights {that never goes off!}and the  flowing noisy cars and crowds on the road; Looking at the automated blue and crimson rays of light circulating over the city from

 WTC in memory of 9/11,I was thinking what was that divine power to be able to forget that sad day so quickly!  Did the circulating light penetrate to some hearts?  How much?...

   AS I reached and entered my one room rented  in high-rise building, my eyes caught the panoramic skyline view of New york along with the river Hudson through the huge glass-window, better to say glass-wall, which was just opposite to the entrance door.

“Wow!” Voice sounded simply, automatically  All   these days uptill now I did not put any curtain to   have the enchanting view   throughout the  day!

Then I rushed to the window and leaned towards road: The line of lighted cars looked small as (big) ants ; and I was elated to think me as if I were in the abode of heaven.

       A-ha, Just then, blue-crimson-light surged from the WTC bounced back touching from my window-glass with a silent  message,’ ‘All that glitters is not  gold!’

I could not sleep well on that night because the room was not dark enough as there was no window-curtain; Secondly because of the howling sound from the fire-trucks and ambulance running frequently to the Roosevelt hospital  which was in the same street of mine.

Every time I opened my eyes startled by those horrible sounds I looked amazingly that  the moon was gazing  at me, moving  from corner to corner of the sky, from east towards west.

           Simply thrilling, amazing!

 So long I needed to raise my head upward to view the moon and now the opposite! I relished  that sleepless night   on my moonlit -flooded bed ,blinking and playing with the moon romantically until it said “adieu!”

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