The setting sun transforms an inviting looking path into something scary and uncomfortable. It is not safe to wander in the dark here, for it is not quite clear what exactly lies in the bush, behind the fence or in the shady pathways. There is a stillness, a tension, a mystery that excites us. No matter how closely one tries to look, squints their eyes, the picture does not get any clearer. There is a need to get closer, to get deeper and deeper into the maze. To unfold the unknown. These are the silent terrifying afterhours of a small town called Yelahanka.
