Grey

All the colors are darker now. The greens of the banana tree to my left, down below, in the distance, in someone elses yard, are darker. The leaves, torn perpendicular to the stem, which is standing straight up, bending down a little bit, light green in the middle. Bent like a bow, ready to shoot something into the sky, but without string. The tin roof, unpainted, corrugated, sloping downwards to the left, perhaps two storeys high at the lowest point, along a short workshop where they paint signs and prepare large prints on mounts of metal and wood. Samsung "Taalu ma aalu", from dashain. Bald guy, black sunglasses, goatee, orange shirt, black pants, front part of a black motorcycle in the background. Dangling keys from his right hand, level with his face, smiling. The black of the keychain matching the black of the glasses, contrasting with the white teeth and fair skin. All of this in a bright yellow circle. Taalu ma aalu. An LG electronics sign, perhaps twenty feet across, five feet wide. Red. Torn, just like the taalu ma aalu sign. Discarded. Bajaj, an upright blue rectangle, white letters, plastic sign, metal frame, no doubt fitted and filled with fluorescent lights and hung outside a dealership. The arching blue crescent of the chaudhury group logo is visible, just barely, in the dimming light.

Houses are quiet, like they are meditating. Brahmamuhurta it is called- the moment when night turns to day and when day turns to night. Exactly four lights are on, through all the windows that are visible. Another one has turned on. In the distance, a hill. Tall. The base of which has a famous temple of a god, sleeping on snakes, floating in water. The top of the hill is like an arrowhead, pointing to the sky. Behind it, somewhere obscured by the clouds, is Langtang. Gosaikunda.

Another light has turned on. Some children playing in the distance, the stray car horn, one every five seconds from various distances. Someone slams a door. Metallic door for sure, wooden framed with an iron sheet, so that when you close it it sounds like a sheet of metal falling. It is getting darker. Colors less distinct. Sounds emerging. A bird chirps, again.

A bell, those small ones used for puja. Constant ringing. Ding ding ding ding.....

The rhythmic woosh woosh and squeak of a person pumping a tube well...perhaps he has just returned from a long day at work and is washing up before his meal.

A dog barks. The sun has set. Sounds take over.