In pinkish blue evening sky, a kite fluttered about, hovering just above white butea.. the tree had scarce foliage and flowers during autumn, the rings of twilight played panorama on it's canopy. Ella watched as the dark shape of the kite flew back missing out a tall branch, Setu must be winding down.. Setu was Ella's best friend Raji's younger brother, Ella saw it hanging further downwards.. it descended right in Raji's frontyard .. so it was setu's kite, she already knew.. as it was beautiful plain yellow with similar shining stripe dividing midway or so it appeared.. she thought. The tree became a dark filigree in another few minutes as dark cocooned over.. the lattice of it as intricate as some woman's ornament, .. the fields that stretched further below, far away to the edge now appeared to be restful in it's own resurgence, they were filled with hay grass and somewhere with a feet or two high green feed for cattle shining under still dark yet colourf