Everyday as we drive to school these days, the Sun has already peeked out. It's not the 'magical sunrise' time anymore. It is a dull , wintry, insipid Sun, which is sleepily saying 'present ma'am' to the daily roll call. It's not bright and cheery, it's not dreamy and romantic. It's just rolling around lazily, happy about being insignificant.
Yet, as I take the right turn at the corner of my lane, the glazed glass windows of the high-rises are alight with the sun's fire. Like dancing flames, the windows shimmer through my windscreen. I stare mesmerized. Everyday.
I wonder if the 'ordinary' Sun is ever bothered about the attention the 'sunrise' Sun gets. Why should it be ? So what if the entire world doesn't ooh and aah at it ? ...so what ?
The windows of the highrises glimmer only in it's presence. It is the 'only' sun which matters at that time.
It is not important whether many people love you or admire you, as long as you are the 'one and only' Sun shining in your beloved's life.
Ending with a few lines by Gulzar, about a lazy sun...
थका-थका सूरज जब नदी से होकर निकलेगा
हरी-हरी काई पे, पाँव पड़ा तो फिसलेगा
तुम रोक के रखना, मैं जाल गिराऊँ
तुम पीठ पे लेना, मैं हाथ लगाऊँ.....
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