Vendor of colourful hand bags at dusk near AtoZ in Mumbai.

The nightcalm is turning into breeze of chaos - stack of enclosures, The dawn of plastic night begins with a small spark, and then there is nothing. Just plastic dreams, at Fountain.

Rose colored glasses,
They only see what they wanna see and my,
Heart always crashes without my rose colored,
Rose colored glasses, when hearts break like glasses at dusk, only the dead float like lamps.