I have always loved the sunset. Not that watching the sun rise above the horizon makes my heart grow fonder any less, but still, sunrise- even with full of promise, even with all its dopamine surged freshness could never match the solace I found in watching the sun go down the horizon. What is it with sunset that even with fatigue of the entire day etched in every square inch of the body, even without the assurance of light radiating from the orange ball of fire that fuels up the entire life of this pale blue dot, even without knowing whether I will live long enough to see it rise above the horizon the next day, this heart craves to experience more and more sunsets? I wonder this- about my love for sunset-sitting in the balcony with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in my hand, gazing at the orange ball getting more and more red, getting nearer and nearer to the horizon, losing its bottom part- becoming a semicircle and then a quarter and just like that gradually melting into the hor...