By Akhel M.S.
The warm afterglow of dusk poured gracefully onto the avenue, which was reflected by the stone cladding, entwined with the silt on ground. There were strides of moss embossed wood encased on scaffoldings ascending parallel to the buildings along the avenue throughput renovation like an artificial climber. The multitude were sauntering through the crosswalks and the sidewalks as the zebra was stomped upon by hundreds in a matter of mere seconds. The commuters were pouring in from the alleyways bloating the magnitude of the populace being funneled there. Amidst them street performers were striving to mesmerize onlookers in order to garner some change.
Additionally, the beverage stalls were being permeated by sizzling pots of tea with delicious aromas being spew out of their spouts, luring customers of all sorts. The tramcars passage through the avenue like mighty elephants booming upon the ground, making the earth beneath tremble. Nevertheless, it was ignored by the accrual of head count.
On the other side, the bakeries lined the sidewalk, which was churning out bread loaves from their singeing ovens. Its entrance was stuffed to the brim by home makers. The ubiquitous situation saw the customers’ bargaining shrieks peering out of the door, in an effort to reserve bit bucks by befalling brunch by befriending the bakers.
The double hued double pair wheeled taxi cars scrammed to deliver their lively cargo of passengers to their desired destination in downtown at dusk.
Hanging on their neck rise were the street lamps which are at a flickering start to regain their refulgent dominance of light from the glowing orb as it receded into refuge beneath the looming, high rise peppered, and artificially jagged horizon.
The bells crested on the monastery tower tops rung sonorously as the worshippers dispersed, elevating the number of people walking in the avenue. This downtown funnel of people was onlooked by young couples and retired alike, from the balconies of lodge facilities stacked aside the avenue for majority of its length.
The prosperity of the area was measured by the scores of ubiquitous horses drawn carriages jumbling across the street, creating a bubbling gap of walkers amidst the crowd. The ponies ranged from being pitiful in shape, to being stallions of solace, galloping in pride.
Eventually, the church bells were dwarfed as the nearby square’s obelisk like clock tower woke to life by chiming its own bell under its sleeve, marking the sundown and addressing the new hour. Its dial lit the pavement like a full moon night, by its enclosed torch. The latter caused a shadow being casted upon the punctual onlookers in the shape of its picturesque Roman numeral, font amidst a crimson glow.
By Akhel M.S.
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