Whenever I pause for a moment to watch the sunset, I imagine the The Little Prince in Antoine de Saint-Exupery‘s well-loved book moving his chair to the end of his little planet to watch a sunset, moving it again to watch another one, moving it as many times as he wants to see as many sunsets as he needs.
The little prince said: ”One day, I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And he added: “You know–one loves the sunset, when one is so sad . . .”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of the forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.
When I was a kid, I tried to avoid sunsets. I sheltered myself whenever I see the end of the day coming. I didn’t want to see the saffron sky and be deafened by the seemingly dawning silence. Sunsets used to move me to an unexplainable sadness. I was young but the sadness was deep and memorable. And The Little Prince was one of my favorite books because I felt for him.
When I saw the sunset of Kerala, I remember the little prince, but I didn’t feel the same sadness he dare not speak of and I used to run from. Because seeing that sunset, with the person who made me appreciate life, even the challenges that come with it, is one of the happiest moments I had.
And I think I will start watching more sunsets from now on.
The first 4 photos were taken in Kumarakom, Kerala and the last 2 were from Cherrai Beach, Cochin, Kerala.
- Sunset or Sunrise? It’s a matter of perception (valleyroadrambler.wordpress.com)
- Sunrise, Sunset. . . (everybodyneedsalittleromance.com)
- Old Sunsets and a New Moon (jayjaysfavorites.wordpress.com)
- Our Sunset (thebizarrebride.wordpress.com)
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