Tuesday Evening

Yesterday evening, I left the college after a brief and pleasant meeting with the secretary. He was friendly, and though his busy schedule made the conversation to the point, I felt a sense of ease as I stepped out into the cool air. As I walked, the quiet of the campus was breached by the distant sounds of laughter and shouts, the unmistakable hum of a game in progress. Intrigued by the playful din, I wandered toward the adjacent playground. 

The sun was setting, casting a golden haze over everything. Its rays slanted low across the field, dappling the ground and the boys who moved with a vibrant energy. The sky, painted in soft hues of amber and blue, stretched endlessly above, with clouds like brushstrokes, gently pushed by the breeze. It was as though the heavens themselves were part of this moment, glowing with the last warmth of the day, before surrendering to duskmotion. 

Gold medals aren't really made of gold. They're made of sweat, determination, and a hard-to-find alloy called guts.

I found myself slowing down, taking in the scene. The players were focused, chasing the ball with a joy that seemed infectious. Their shadows stretched long across the earth, melding with the textures of the dusty ground, and every kick, every cheer, felt like it was part of some bigger story unfolding in that fading light.

As someone who loves photography, I couldn't resist. I took out my mobile, drawn to the interplay of light and motion, the way the golden hour draped itself over the field. Each click captured more than just a moment in time; it held the feelings of the day—the warmth of the sun, the carefree laughter, the unspoken beauty of youth in motion.

The brief meeting with the secretary had been productive, but this—the quiet, unplanned pause to witness life unfolding on the playground—was a gift. The world around me seemed to exhale, settling into the calm of evening as the game carried on. Through my lens, I framed the scene, each photograph a little treasure that would remind me of that fleeting, perfect balance between light, life, and stillness.