Dusk upsets me. Give me a bright day, I am happy. Give me a dark night, well, I am not exactly happy, but at least I don't palpitate. Dawn is fine, in fact I love it, although it seems ages since I saw one. Dusk however, makes me very uncomfortable. When the sky is not totally dark, but the buildings silhoute against it, and the manmade lights are already on, I feel the urgent need to go into the house, switch on all the tube lights in the house and sit bathed in brightness.
Today on our way back from Landmark where the kiddo attended a quiz on Harry Potter (I'll write about it perhaps if I have more energy), it was dusk when we passed the erstwhile "downtown" of Chennai - Mount Road. The pictures don't make dusk any less depressing than reality.
An ORANGE House ! I mean...excuse me?