Reds, blues and yellows or gold. Liquid gold mingling in dark lake water gently kisses the neck of the Night Princess. Hues do have gestures. Like faces it reveals, hides, coaxes, cajoles, helps you peel just one more layer underneath. And You were there. Curious, confident, carefree and oblivious. The concocted story I try to weave here falls apart in presence of your grace. The truth is, in the transient moment that passed between us, we remained as silhouettes…