A Delightful Encounter

Walking downstairs; I see particles of light, Shimmering in my dark brown long hair. The light of stars is so bright that it Envelopes all the darkness into light. Sauntering there; I am made aware, By the crispy clear voice of my dad saying, “Come over there!” I stare looking at his short Grey hair illuminating a silhouette of bright light. Dressed all in white, standing. A long wooden dining table is next to him. That’s where my aunt and uncle are seated side by side. My father then extends his tan brownish colored hand, Offering me a golden colored round Ladoo. I take it and eat the Ladoo with fervor. Chomping away nothing flavorful and salivating, As my surroundings change to pitch black with holding Nothing but air.