Chapter 42

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"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔." - - William Shakespeare

The sun, a blazing ball of fire, hangs high in the sky, casting its golden light over the earth. It glows like a precious gem, illuminating the world with its warmth and brilliance. But as the day wears on, the sun hides coyly behind clouds, peeking out every now and then as if a blushing bride..The sky takes on a softer hue, painted with the warm oranges and pinks of sunset. The air is filled with the sweet melody of the koel, their call carrying on the gentle breeze...The flowers, having bloomed in the morning light, now begin to close their petals, ready to rest for the night. The world slows down, as if taking a deep breath and exhaling in a peaceful calm..And as the sun finally disappears beyond the horizon, the sky fades into a deep indigo, welcoming the stars and the night..