I Hate Sunsets

Sunset. A phenomenon which turns everyone who knows a little vocabulary into a writer or a poet. A nature’s way of every day’s goodbye. A quote emitting natural occurrence which shines the viewer’s eyes. I can possibly write many more metaphorical sentences to describe and prove the romanticising of the few hours. But I hate sunsets. Oh my god! How? Well, very easily! I don’t like them. And this has nothing to do with ‘the oncoming darkness which scares my soul.’ Seriously, I am not depressed. 

Watching a Sunrise and deciding why I hate Sunsets. 

As children, we were taught to love the sunrise and sunsets. To look at them in awe and amazement. To utter 'Wow!' Today as we curse the environment, we are conditioned to hating the afternoons. Rather getting more air-conditioned. In the years to come, we will hate the days altogether, because there is sure no calming the hot ball of fire. As a traveller I have witnessed the rise and set of our only source of light from different locations. Sometimes atop a mountain peak, sometimes strolling by the beach, sometimes from a train window and from a terrace too! I have exclaimed, “Oh so pretty!” I have smiled at the orange skies, captured them in my frame and added the poetic lines. But over time I have developed a plain dislike for the setting sun. Soon turning into a hatred. 

What? A bloody rebel? No. An opposer of clichés.

I mean they are so dramatic. And people capturing them over-dramatic. Thousands of quotes in the world but ‘Sunsets are a proof that endings can be beautiful.’ What even? What have you ended in your life? Your toxic relationship probably or a job you hated too much? Congratulations for taking those step guys. Congratulations on your beautiful ending. When will your clichés end? The same hues, the same frames, the same Marine Drive background or setting between mountains. I am not even a photographer but all the capturers seem the same.
I may be alone in saying this but I don’t fancy the setting sun anymore. The skies, the clouds drifting, the patterns yes that can catch my eye but feel all ‘Sooraj dooba hai yaaron’ is not happening. Not even romance.

Sunsets are a beautiful conclusion they say. And here I am struggling to write one for this rant. Maybe because I look for endings more pleasing than sunsets.