The colours that I had preserved as if they were my life, proved to be guests for merely a single night.

This couplet speaks to the painful reality of transience. Amrut Ghayal captures the moment when something you treasured above all else—a love, a joy, or a beautiful era—is revealed to be fleeting. It was cherished and nurtured like the very breath of life, only to prove that its existence was confined to the brief visit of a single night. It is a powerful lament on the fragility of happiness.