The golden light caresses the horizon, Almost like a rainbow flushed out one final go- Before the world is devoid of light for the next two ‘prahars’ of the day. The time when we bearing the weights of extended tutoring or - The day job, come out, to public squares Take roads illuminated by street lights to a destination where - There is either a plate of food waiting on or aperitifs to begin a night a revelry. Both fulfilling. But, gluttony kicks in, which is almost second nature, To gorge on (circa Harari, Yuval Noah). In inebriation, inhibitions take a hike; the decisions to call/text people are usually very wrong. We need to accept that the things we do then, It’s what we wanted to do all along but societal/personal pressure - Inhibitors do not let us, which blow off when alcohol blurs them.