Since Childhood to Adulthood we are taught
that the time before a nightfall is Dusk and before the beginning of every new morning the Dawn arrives.. But I always believed there’s something that exists in between them…. The time which usually goes unnoticed, when most of the untold stories are born, when the most provocative thoughts come to existence, when all the life changing dreams are woven… The time when a poet expresses the most distressing phases of love.. When a dutiful mother and wife thinks about her shadowed past… When a young boy is wondering about how to make his country better and better.. When the old grandmother secretly sheds a tear which her pillow quickly absorbed… There’s a secret time zone which no one ever talks about… The time between Dusk to Dawn…..