Everyone thinks that the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening. Really, it is not so as the sun never sets. Every second it is rising and setting in some part of the earth.

Sunrises have a beauty of their own on the beach, the sunset is so colourful, on the high mountain.

The winter solstice is a time of reflecting old family tales repeated near the fireplace. These days, it's a conference call or Zoom meeting around the world in different time zones. Loved ones share the joy of festival times.

A gift delivered well in time for every occasion.The power of communication.

Like the sun that really never sets! Yet sunsets are most pretty and amazing!

The colours leave the viewer spellbound, the dark sky with the twinkling stars, with the last one, the Morning Star, a planet as beautiful as the goddess after whom it is named, Venus.

One star, the Sun, has pushed all others into oblivion; they must await their turn to shine, till this one sets.

The deep blue blends into the orange as the early birds fly towards the brightening sky, the golden disc rising as the silhouette of the trees allows the rays to glitter on the dewdrops on the margins of the leaves.

The heart sings in tune to the play of sunlight as it finds its way through the spaces. The morning bells tinkle in the temples, the birds fly out in the sky, the cattle and sheep mowing to be let out into the meadows, the river reflects the morning sun, the shimmering colours of the morning sun is like a river of red, yellow merging into orange.

Nature is at its enchanting best at sunrise. The river, the birds, the green trees, the animals, a new dawn people are on their way. The farmer to till his fields on the tractors, the milkman on his van to deliver milk at the dairy along with cheese, curds and butter. The dairy women have it all ready to be delivered. The cattle and sheep let out in the meadow to clean the shed, while they graze on the hillside.

The children came out to jog. “Faster, faster, knees up, higher, come on, come on” the coach called. “Gold, gold is your target, breathe in, breathe out, touch your toes, move the elbows, push from the shoulder, let's go, let's go.”

The strides span the dusty roads to reach the water well. A fresh bucket of water, to splash in the perspiring face before a U-turn let's the sunrays dance on the hair and eyelashes.

The veterans holding on to their support walking stick, walk in tiny steps, feeling the warmth of the first rays, while the members of the Laughter Club raise their hands and let out a hearty laugh, joined by women working in their kitchen.

The aroma of a tasty breakfast and tiffin to be packed filled the air, as the sparrows, pigeons and doves peck at the grain on the window sill.

The school bus awaits the pupils at the bus stop. A hurried gulp to swallow a glass of milk accompanied by a toast, a pratha, anything does and the sun is up! Chitter, chatter, smiles and sounds of laughter, as the rats find their way to pink lips, rosy cheeks and star-filled eyes.

The plane flies through the sky over the continents with the sun for a long time. It feels like sunrise to the passengers flying, following the sun. The sunrise is not over and the flight lands! A new sunrise in a new place!

Here, the day is over, the cattle are lowing, herds returning back along with the bells tinkling around their neck. It's dusk the shepherdess is calling the sheep back, carrying a length of fodder on her back.

The birds chirped, cheerfully in the branches and bushes, calling out to one another. The twittering rises to the levels of the highest sounds, before falling silent for the night.

The children cheerfully jog back after the evening practice, planning the next day with their coach. “Rest well.” It is the same advice for the night.

The sun is about to set. The rays scatter through the skies. A pale blue sky, white clouds and yellow rays, picture perfect, as the orange, crimson sun moves down into the horizon. The colour blends to pink as the crescent Moon and star appear. Mars, Jupiter and Venus appear in an arc. Gently dipping into the horizon, leaving a glowing fire, the horizontal ‘winter line’ on the horizon.

The sun sets, no chirrup of birds, no lowing of cattle, a hush in nature but people are up working. Household chores and homework to be done. The window lights, street lights and the lights of the vehicles appear like bursting fireworks.

A rare glow worm flies over the scented nightshade bush before disappearing near a lit lantern.

The party music is on, the farmer family will stay awake the night to water the fields. The mall will remain open for recreation and food. The boys and girls working in the call centres must report for work as the sunsets, reporting to managers who can view the sun rise.

“Hullo, I am Resvir from Iceland, the sun has set for the coming four months. The northern lights are dancing in green with flashes of blue. I will speak once the sun rises again, I must take my sledge and look for seals.”

“Hi, Resvir, this is Barnc, keep warm, our sun has risen and will barely set for an hour or so. We will miss the stars. The penguins are dancing on the ice. Let the North Star guide you through the months, till the sun rises again.”

The connection lost, the poles ready for a night and a day months long, before the sunrise and sunset appear before their eyes.

Every sunset is a sunrise, every sunrise is a sunset. Every sunset has a sunrise, while every sunrise must let the Sun move across the sky, till it sets.

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