Looking at the skies that one fateful evening, I shall have to thank my friend Sachi for inviting me to meet him at Connaught Place in the evening. In this city, I have never as beautifully and vibrantly lit up sky as I saw that dusk. Either before that day or after. This particular photograph reminds me of Sting’s song, Fields of Gold. It seems as though the clouds were fields of gold in the sky.
“I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I’ve broken But I swear in the days still left We’ll walk in the fields of gold”