Evening.

It was a lovely evening, and the view from Rishabh Iyer’s balcony was like a window to heaven. The sun was setting gently, reluctantly saying goodbye, it’s red and orange tears smearing across the skies. The birds sang the most melodious of tunes, celebrating the day gone by and welcoming the night sky. When the wind blew across his face, it was like a lover’s hand caressing his cheek in affection. It was indeed, a lovely evening.

Rishabh Iyer decided to spend this lovely evening by sitting out on his balcony and observing nature’s beauty. But he needed a chair and there was just one behind him. It was rickety iron chair, with rust scarring its body and sharp nails protruding from its legs. Rishabh Iyer shrugged and picked up the chair. It was a lovely evening.

He set it down in the corner of his balcony, sighed a relaxed sigh, and settled down on his chair. But its weak structure shook under his superior weight, threatening to collapse and bruise Rishabh Iyer. Just then, it began to drizzle. A light drizzle, the water droplets covering Rishabh Iyer’s body like a slow embrace. He ignored the rickety chair because, after all, it was a lovely evening.

As he admired the setting sun, the music of the birds and the affection of the wind in the companionship of the rain, Rishabh Iyer’s leg was pierced by one of the stray nails on his abominable chair. A single stream of blood began to snake its way down his legs. He thought that he should apply something to stop the bleeding, but he looked outside again and forgot about his woes because, after all, it was indeed a lovely, lovely evening.

The other few nails began reaching for his flesh and poked through it, releasing streams of blood running down his calves and into his shoes. The drizzle, with all its love and affection, coagulated with the cuts and blood and caused a burning sensation which he thought he’d feel only in hell. He was now convinced he had to apply something to stop the bleeding.

But he didn’t. He stayed there, appreciating the glorious sun, the symphony of the birds, and the whistling of the winds. After all, it was a lovely evening.