Shaanjhbela (An Evening)

Evenings and afternoons have a queer way of making people nostalgic , even if that nostalgia reminds them of the weirdest thoughts.
One such superbly nostalgic evening, at my aunt's place, I was sitting by the window. My head was feeling like frozen yogurt (it was winter) and my eyes dizzy with sleep.
The after-effects of a prolonged nap during the afternoon, nothing else.
I was too overpowered by dizziness to feel nostalgic right then.
However, I freezed some consecutive moments of that evening, illuminated by neon lights of the lamp-post and strings of small, multi-coloured light bulbs.
And now illuminated by memories as well.
:)