Sadma (upanyas) - Mohini Mansa - Bog

The sun had not yet set, the amber light was still shining stuck on the distant hilltops. At the same time, the clouds had also started filling you with beauty with many colors. How is this miracle of nature, when you have not seen the changing atmosphere of the evening, then you cannot imagine the beauty that is scattered there. Until your heart has drunk it and your eyes have not seen it. Those pictures that change every moment look so strange and beautiful. In between, flocks of birds were returning to their respective nests. Sometimes the screeching sound of a peacock used to make the whole environment tremble. As if pain came from somewhere and moaned on those grass leaves. The evening time seems to bring a dryness, a deep sleep for the whole of nature. This is a kind of treaty period or it can also be called a rest period. After the uproar of the day, an empty water or which can also be called a small death. Mansa-Mohani Dasghara