Lying on my bed, I was just looking at the ceiling seeing my fan rotate. I turned to my watch, it was past midnight. “Oh no not again, I don’t want another sleepless night”, thinking this I closed my eyes. But again those thoughts and memories I don’t want to recall came hunting me. I got up and gave away the idea of doing unfruitful attempts to get a sleep.
Carrying a coffee mug I went outside my small balcony, to observe, what my companion of solitude, the night, have in store for me. It was so calm, so quite. Not a single soul was awake, even the trees seemed to be in deep slumber. I felt so jealous, and asked myself, why I can’t be so lucky…..
It seemed the night was trying to speak something, but what…. Was it sympathizing my condition?
I looked at the roads…so tired and lonely… just like me. It seemed to be waiting for the dawn to break, which would bring an end to its loneliness. I wished I could just walk down those lonely roads, and just walk, trying to figure out what life want from me…
I looked up, the moon seemed to laughing at me through the clouds. But why? Was it criticizing me…, but it was also alone in the vast sky, there were no stars to accompany it. May be it knew that someday they will be twinkling with it, but may be I would be left alone, like always...
With my last sip of coffee being finished, I brought back myself to reality, from the web of my unending thoughts. I went back to my bed, waiting for the sun to rise and bring an end to yet another night…after all it’s just another night……
