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. Print this post