A beautiful evening in Antalya, Turkey. I love how the beauty of the dying sun reflects in the water below. This reminds me a lot of the villages back home, with these lonely spots where one can just sit and watch the sinking rays, till finally all we can hear would be the critter of the evening insects. One could hear the conch shell blowing afar, as the ladies of the house finish up their evening prayers, and start on cooking supper. Children open up books under the oily lanterns, and the granny ward off mosquitoes and moths using a hand fan. A lovely smell of musk floats everywhere, of the Insence Sticks that were halfway burnt by then.
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