The sky had adorned an unpleasant bleakness. Probal stared at it listlessly. Its pale yellowness weighed heavily on him and pulled him into depths of desolation. Dusk always saddened Probal. It was the time for goodbyes when life slowed down to rest. When the birds flapped their wings wearily towards their nests, Probal knew it was time. The sky would now be sheathed in the black cloak of night and the houses in their colony would light up their slit-like windows with the low powered yellow bulbs plunging Probal’s world…
