Space, place, time of the day and wind make some striking but one time arrangements of the combinations of their varied proportioned togetherness. How I used to feel, standing on the terrace, facing the vast pine forest, acting as my practice for the declamation contest audience, I can't feel now. The innocence that I felt standing in front of the girl in her black dress, I loved in 7th grade, I can't possibly get the elements of together. The mood of the wind and the rays of the sunset can't be brought back from the times I used to tread to and fro with my notebook in the hand in desperate moment wise attempts to top the class. And in between my attempts to set myself free would match the smooth rays dusking into darkness. Then mosquitoes would start biting all around the body.