Anita Desai's short story game at Twilight is about a group of children who are playing the game hide and seek. The main character in this story is a small boy named Ravi and through him the auther narrates the story.

On a hot day, the children wants to play outside. But their mother does not open the door. The children feel kind of confinement inside the house and they beg their mother to free them. When she opens the front door of the house they burst out like seeds from a dried cracked pod, into the varanda.

They decided to play hide and seek and Reghu becomes the catcher. At first Ravi hides behind the garage. But he feels that he has been too exposed I am trying another safe place. He looks round and slips in to a shed which is near to a garage.

When he enter the shed, he is frozen and trembled. Something tickles the back of his neck. Gaining courage he takes and squashes it.

Time passes and Raghu has already found out everyone, but Ravi is still not found. So he decides to stay there a little more time. Remaining there, he imagines the triumph which he is going to experience as the winner of the game.

At last he feels that he could have sleepped out long ago, dashed to the varanda and touched the den. It is necessary to do that to win. He has forgotten it. He has done only the part of the hiding successfully. With a whimper he rushes out of the shed and flings himself at the pillar and shout loudly.

The children who are chanting out on the lawn looks at him surprisingly. Hearing his howling his mother scolds him. But he repeats frantically.

Meera invites him to play last game. At this time none has remembered him. So Ravi regard it. The children from an Arc with their arms, bow their heads, Chant and Intonation and step to that melancholy refrain mournfully. But Ravi do not include in it. In the Twilight that game seems to him as a funereal. He has wanted victory and triumph -not a funeral. But he has been forgotten and left by them all. She is misery reaches at its peak and at this point he lies down on the damp grass, crushing his face into it with the terrible sense of his insignificance.

The story seems to suggest that when we take part in a game we are bound to follow its rules. What is true of a game also true off life.