An old man and the park bench
The illusion of the sun setting on a summer evening became the character of a canvas mounted on a stand by his window. Rohan had a room with quite the view. There was something about today’s sunset that aroused our abstract artist’s deep rooted passion. He got to work. Each stroke of his brush infusing colours (be it dull , be it vibrant ) onto the woven fabric as his skilled hands moved in harmony with his thoughts. ***** The old man sat on a park bench after walking five rounds along the circumference of the park’s circle of grass ; outlined by a bed of flowers, its centre was marked by a tall tree standing sturdily in solitude. Lasya occupied the only bench that was free at this hour. She was musing on how inappropriate the word ‘sun set’ is considering the fact that the sun didn’t really rise or set. It is the rotation of the Earth about its own axis that leads to the phenomenon of night and day. “ Excuse me” said