As the dark body of the moon started cloaking the golden fireball and the luminescence of the morning skies dimmed, an intoxicated wonderment overwhelmed me. The strange fascination intermingled with subdued fear filled my heart. It was a beautiful feeling as I viewed the ring of fire; which held unexplained poems and untold descriptions for a poetic mind. But as the Sun started emerging out, the euphoria was unmatchable . My heart was once again exalted but this time it was the ebullience which children experience after getting their favourite toys. It was filled with hope and not dark wonder. As the Sun emerged, I realised that however fascinating the dark might be, the hope which a beam of light brings is one of the most beautiful presents gifted to the creatures by Mother Nature.