Asr

The overcast-ed frowning sky is one of my favorites. The Azaan for Asr makes it only more pensive and mesmerizing. The call for Falah spreads its wings five times a day bringing a new mood to the environment each time. In school days I would miss the Azaan for it while napping. Listening to the Azaan for Asr spreading over the limitless canopy of the winter sky is bliss to the highest degree. The quieter the late afternoons the deeper the impression of the Azaan for Asr.

Listening to the Azaan for Asr spread its wings across the limitless canopy of the see through ozone is a phenomenon restricted to holidays in my life. In school days it would beat me by some thirty minutes as I would breathe through my final quarter of after-school-nap. Today, the call for Falah during late afternoon has melted me down while I sit here recalling the experience. As much as I speak in negative about winters, the overcast-ed frowning sky with the perfect balance of the call for Asr has left me mesmerized.

The late afternoon of solitude immersed in silence, the lazy cluttering of cutlery downstairs, the semi quiet taste of the street I live upon, the slackened fussiness of human beings going about their business and the children waking from their naps causing the bustling to raise by a decibel or two.

Peace.