at the end...

The crimson red...
Fell and spread like a satin cover before them...
He and she...
As another day of peaceful silence came to its legitimate end...
'Sometimes...it is so wonderful...'
She murmured unconsciously...
Speaking for her own self, perhaps...
Watching the sunset on the ocean...
He said nothing...
He was incapable of even mumbling for the beauty arrested his senses...benumbed...
He stood looking at her face and the ocean vast as seen on the major portion of the frame-rectangular!
He saw her side face and the waves lapping up...and the sky red...and pink...with a touch of blue on the upper side of the frame...
So enchanting!

'Sometimes...the end becomes so sweet that we tend to believe it to be good...but...'
She continued mumbling...
Half conscious of the evening setting in like a curtain, slow-drop...
Slow curtain... in theatrical parlance...
Soon the audience would stand up from their feet and a big applause would break...
Clapping of the multitude would be heard...
The end of the play as enacted with perfect synchronization should be always clapped hard!

'The end is so sweet...that we forget that the play has actually ended...'
She elaborated further on her mumblings...
He nodded...in silence...

But the hall erupted with applause!
'The end' has begun!
Credit titles start appearing...on the rectangular frame!

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