"But even the sun sets in paradise"

When the sun sets, the sky turns pink, a very light, soft pink like candy floss. And the water becomes a fiery red, so red it hurts to look at it. But you can't stop looking at it because all you can think about is that how can something so blue, so evanescent become so bold?

The waves lick the giant ball of fire as it disappears under the waters of deep blue. The scarlet and baby pink disappear...they are replaced by dark smears of charcoal, appearing as if drawn by a child. In the midst of this clash, the moon comes out, a soothing angel in white. The smears become universal, the waves peacefully hum as the pale angel shines her light on the sea.

A protective hand

They walk in the sweltering heat, dressed in light brown shalwar kameez, making their way through the hustle and bustle of the Karachi traffic. The honking of cars can be heard through the thick glass of my window and I ignore it as I stare at the two young boys walking bravely through the busy road. The suns rays glisten on their faces, making their skin a warm chocolate brown. The older one had his arm around the younger's shoulder as they avoided cars, stalls, carts as well as the sea of people pushing their way through the coal road. Unperturbed by the boiling heat, they stopped at a stall selling juices, the older boy still with his arm around the younger one as if protecting him from the dangers of the world. The younger boy didn't know it yet , but he would always have his brother's protective hand around him...as long as he needed it.