The Evening Was Lonely

The evening was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till my heart became dry and it seemed to me that beauty was a thing fashioned by the traders in words. Tired I shut the book and snuffed the candle. And in a moment, the room was flooded with moonlight.

Spirit of beauty, how could you, whose radiance overbrims the sky, stand hidden behind a candle’s tiny flame? How could a few vain words from a book rise like a mist and veil her whose voice has hushed the heart of earth into ineffable calm?

~Rabindranath Tagore

~ by Nidhi on September 1, 2009.