Chapter-3 Day Dwellers (In the caption) Time had passed yet the iridescence did not seem to halt or fade. Nishchay sat under the shimmery shade of the overjoyed tree which swayed. He had helped the girl climb down and she sat nearby. Her eyes had the similar flushed red glow which when blinked seemed to grow in intensity. She wore a yellow knee-length dress of some queer fabric. It was too soft to be wool, its shine was too natural to be silk and yet too shiny for cotton. The bright yellow fabric rushed up her neck and twirled into a solid collar. A brooch hung over her heart, round like the moon and glowing too in certain parts while it darkened in the others. Nishchay looked at the tree. The leaves were chirping and dangling. He had realised that somehow these leaves liked him. They would halt if he wanted them to. The tree would begin to dangle and sway if he wanted to and a leaf or two fell down in his lap. “I haven’t seen anybody like you in these parts before. Who are you?” the girl asked. Nishchay still wasn’t over her singsong voice. It was so clear and accurate, the voice he had heard in the light of the cage and it was the same without a doubt.
