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"We used to walk down by the river
She loved to watch the sun go down
We used to walk along the river
And dream our way out of this town
No one understood what I felt for Mary
No one cared until the night, she went out walkin all alone
And never came home..."
Hazard-Richard Marx

Its almost evening.. pale twilight sneaks into my room...music continues...My bed neatly done...pages of an unread book aimlessly flutters...The mirror with wooden frames reflects the last rays of sunset...The grey shadows kiss the dark walls...

The sky drenched in amber...birds on their way home... shops well lit...street lights glittered, though it was not yet dark...The air had a strange fragrance...it smelled of evening...the crowded streets looked empty...cars moved monotonously on the tarred stetch ahead...Far across the tall highrises blinked in the evening light... crisp air, rusty street lights and a cold evening, draped the city...