Nighttime. Engulfed by darkness. It feels so lonely here compared to the constant ruckus of India, with every other person you meet being your relative, and every other event triggering the thought of fancy get-togethers. Especially since it gets dark so early, at around 5:30 pm. At 5:30 to around 7:00 pm, it feels awfully lonely and boring and nonchalant, since it is not supposed be dark so early. Sunset happens too early.
My “pet moth” hasn’t bothered to show up at my window lately, I guess the many days of my absence took it away, or maybe it just isn’t anymore. Oh well, I’m not exactly fond of moths anyway, or anything that, in any way, is or is similar to, a bug. Spiders, flies, and worms and everything else in between are my pet peeve. But it’s fine as long as they are on the other side of the glass. And ants. I forgot that one.