As I stepped outside the house, the fluffy clouds and the pink sky seemed to say “Go on wordsmith, weave a poem with the golden light”. And here it is as “Golden light”.
When I finished writing this, I remembered the face of Nayana Prasad, the lady with a golden glow and a lovely smile who made our day wonderful as we entered our office (VeriFone India) many many years ago.
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