There is a lovely not-so-cold breeze blowing, I can feel it on my face, in my hair, makes me want to fly.
I can hear the strumming of the guitar, someone is singing “Jab deep jale aana, jab shaam dhale aana”. Sounds beautiful.
The moon is out bright and big. It bathes the otherwise dark night in a silver glow.
I can see streetlights on the highway in the distance, they glimmer and dance like Diwali lights, a sight I love.
All seems well, yet something is amiss!