From Dawn to Dusk, the reappearance of the light is same as the survival of the soul.
The sun had barely risen and the city had subdued quiet in the dawn. Only some road sweepers and morning factory workers hurried through the fast-moving streets of Mumbai.
While everyone passed along the streets, I found a fisherman trying to get his way through the deep sea. The silent sea waves created a symphony which was peaceful. The fisherman, in the midst of the never-ending sea, was in search of something.
For him, his boat was like an extravagant yacht, the one enriched with all the luxuries of the world. His fishing net was not just the one knitted with nylon or silk but above all, it was his reason for survival. The isolated sea was now turning out to be its soul. Every day he would porch in the same sea in hunt of living for his family.
By now the time elapsed by few hours, the sun was overhead and the buzzing streets of Mumbai were now crowded. The fisherman kept on swirling his fishing net in all directions. And while he did so for a couple of more hours, he now had managed to get some fishes. Though it was not a fancy deal, the feeling of contentment was visible on his face. By now, he knew that he would be able to get something for his family on his journey back home. The feeling of gaining little encouraged him to search more and more and his hunt continued for the rest of the day.
When the beautiful sun was about to sway back and the sky dyed pomegranate pink, the fisherman sailed his boat back to the shore. A feeling of pride was clearly seen on his face. His job though it paid him little made him satisfied. And at the end of the day smile on his family’s face was all that he strived for. His survival from dawn to dusk paid him off well.