Senja
I left office earlier than usual today..and on my drive back I caught senja.
Senja = Sunset.
I know it’s dangerous for me to be snapping pics while i’m driving… but it was just too pretty a sight.
When I was younger, I remember how in the evenings I used to go out and main basikal with my friends. All the kids had an understanding with their parents that they would play and be back before senja.
I think this came about after hearing our Mum’s cry “ Dah senja, balik” or the warning before we rode on our basikal.."Come back before senja”
Though the older boys would be defiant and still be on the field main bola till it was too dark to see the ball or their mum’s cry is now sounding more like a threatening yell..haha.
But there were times when I was degil too and rode back when it was senja. Hated the nasty mosquito bites that I got more than Mum’s “where were you?”
Don’t know why the mosquitos come out in throngs during senja. Maybe it’s time for the mosquito kids to play huh? 
Well today I was driving back, not from play time on my basikal (SC is definitely no playground) nor was I riding back on one.
I don’t have to be back by senja..heck these days i’d be thrilled if I could actually be at home that early.
I used to hate senja..cos it meant that my play time was over..but now that I’ve grown..I love it.
Senja is just senja…a beautiful sight to lay my eyes on.
