Twilight has always been a time that has been of utmost uncertainty for me. A transition of a full-fledged day into the darkness welcoming my favorite stars. So many hues conjure a welcome stage for the night. No wonder the dawn is equally mesmerizing, but I am not at all a morning person and dawn is pretty much a haze for me. So, the twilight. I always wish for it to stretch a minute longer so that I could observe tiny birds returning home and settling into the silhouettes of trees; office-goers and commuters returning to the warmth of their families. Twilight, a predecessor to dusk is a bridge that connects a harsh day to a homely night. How a previously circulating sand tires itself out and settles noiselessly onto the sleeping ground, readying itself for yet another day.
That is why the title attempts, in vain, to shelter the twilight a little longer for this short book to be read while the birds return to their humble nests and rest till dawn.
