One sunset....too many lessons.

I sat there, kept sitting , aside a small service road, on the cemented bed . People passed by me, some walking and sweating, some enjoying the gentle breeze, and rest speeding on a vehicle. Though my focus was somewhere else, but still when you are sitting aside a service road you have to tilt your mind and eyes towards the world in motion around you. So many things knocked my mind. I saw kids walking along with their parents and a couple of grandparents with their very new possessions on their lap and on prams too. A sharpness of contrast ....  age , vision, version of tongue and walking speed. Three young girls, probably in their teens, smiling and laughing .... curbing their excitement, whispering silently topics of intense curiosity which has already stirred their peace.... what a sharp contrast , they are trying their best to be restraint. A couple of old ladies noisily chatting passed by , whatever I could hear was "blood pressure" or "blood sugar" maybe, years run and teens mature, subjects change dramatically. Huge contrast. On the opposite side of the road stood a young couple , who entered the plot recently, became the centre of discussion for a group of old retired uncles sitting on a bench right behind me. It started with light jokes, but suddenly the short heighted uncle rumbled a few striking comments, and rest of them realised that they too have gained wrinkles and no more on that horizon, all of them in a chorus started criticising the generation and their outlook. Actually .... what i felt... maybe they realised the sad truth of age and felt it's better they criticize, because ignoring them will be difficult, accepting will be more difficult, at this age criticising is easy. In fact my insecurities rose, presuming their assumptions about me. I smiled to myself , "now I'm trapped in an atmosphere of complete confusion kindled by contrast and fired by assumptions". Thankfully a group of sharp voices engulfed my mind, and I shifted towards the nearby field on the opposite side of the road.... a group of boys and their cry for a wicket hit my ear .... enjoying their sweating last overs right before they return home. ........Not necessarily I will say " what a sharp contrast " every time. I recalled my childhood , my brother ......he used to play in afternoons and voices were very much alike ..... memories came back, a rush of breeze touched my face. I shifted back to myself, focused on the changing colours, light yellow smudged to orange, orange  embraced red and gradually came pink, pink darkened to crimson ..... and sun seemed extremely tired, it's gestures of yawn and stretching arms..... I wished him goodnite, realised purple has already conquered the stage. I stood up, was about to leave...looked up in the sky , a flock of cranes have decided to fly high and long..... just like me, our homes are far, again a similarity. All the way I kept thinking about changes in life, similarities, and about contrasts. Either they are the phases or they enhance us, matter is same anyways.