The magic called Day and Night....

The day drew to a close and the sun bid adieu to make way for its sparkly half. The sounds changed as the night dwellers claimed their space around the camp. Sehar was obviously upset. The open surroundings of the camp was her abode, a place where she belonged.

We had dinner by the camp fire and for the lack of nothing worse to do (like watching TV :) ), we decided to gaze at the stars..The night is a beautiful thing in the hills. The clear sky has million of stars sparkling with joy and that's where our magical story began. 

There in the sky is a magical pink fairy bringing the stars to her twirling black sequin sparkly dress. She loves sparkly dresses much like Sehar and is pink. I bet in that moment Sehar imagined herself to be the pink fairy.  As she dances, the dress twirls around to surround us. A smiley face appears in the crescent moon and brings smiles to every kid in the "whole wide world". The pink fairy dances the whole night, till its time for the blue fairy to take the moon and the red fairy to bring the sun. Division of labor, so we thought :) The sunny girl pokes everyone with its pointies (the sun rays :) ) and wakes everyone up. 


We twirled our way to the tent dancing to the tacit music of night. Hearts in motion and the mind dancing, our bodies slept through the night.

The first ray of light poured through the tent's sun roof. It was as if someone nudged us and brought us outside to witness the splendor of day break. If magic had filled the dark sequin dress with sparkles, the day was a beautiful wonder filled with colors. The resplendent red filled the sky as if the artist's palette had no more color left. As the red gave way to the orange and the yellows the day brought its sounds with it. Birds tweeting, cows mooing, the world seemed to have changed as life claimed its space. Sehar jumped and chased a bird and we sipped the tea and just marveled at the magic called day and night.