It is the magical time of the day when the Sun parts its last rays from the horizon to zenith. The glorious golden disappears into masses of pink deepening into crimson. Soon, the fiery hue burns out, and the sky hides behind a dark cloak. The brilliancy of colors and the fleeting glory of azure- Californian sunsets indeed are captivating. And I ritualistically absorb the recession of the gorgeous glory every evening while giving my tired back its due rest after work. Well, most of you get weekends, but when you work seven days a week, your weeks perpetuate, there isn't an "end" to it. As tedious it may sound, I prefer a hectic schedule over bothering mundanities of life
