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| What was about that night? |
There’s a
thing about starry skies and thoughtful nights. There are certain nights that
demand your complete attention; that demand the time you need to spend with
yourself. With an existence of twenty years till now, she encountered many
different nights; some were beautiful because they held the happy moments she
had spent; few were dreadful nights because they gave her the flashback of the
things that turned out in the way they were never supposed to be.
What about
those nights which were filled with guilt whether the ‘yes’ or ‘no’ made sense?
What about
those nights which were full of anxiety because that twenty year old girl didn’t
know what to do next in life?
What about
those nights when she met herself?
What about
those nights when she thought that no matter how much she may flaunt during the
day about how she loves her flaws and imperfections but actually those nights
made her insecure at times?
What about
those nights when there was a sudden death of smile and all she wanted to do
was cry out loud but that feeling lacked tears?
What about
those nights when her tears touched the cotton fabric of the pillow cover for
no reason?
What about
those nights when she was sleepless, thoughtless and into nothingness?
What about
those nights when she couldn’t sleep of excitement because it was going to be a
big day tomorrow?
What about
those nights when she was worried about all the possible ‘what-ifs’?
What about
those nights when she tried to deviate her thoughts by watching Netflix and
eating chocolates?
What about
those nights when she talked the whole night about life at stretch with her
friends?
What about
those nights when she felt helpless and calling a friend also didn’t help
because she couldn’t explain what was wrong?
What about
those nights when she doesn’t want to speak but listen?
What about
those nights when she doesn’t want to listen but speak?
What about
those nights when she found comfort only in her own company and her playlist on
repeat?
What about
those nights when she longed for some companionship?
What about
those nights when it was too scary to step out of the bed to switch off the
fan?
What about
those nights when she was sitting motionless in a chair on the terrace looking
at the stars?
What about
those nights when she completed a whole season of a particular TV series in a
go?
After all
there’s a thing about starry skies and thoughtful nights. These nights may
bring out the sadness in you but they compel you to introspect and that’s what
makes it beautiful. The over thinking you do on sleepless nights which you
usually consider wrong in the long run is just making you come close to
yourself. These nights are that time of the twenty-four hours when you wake up
your demons to finally calm them down.
WHAT
ACTUALLY WAS ABOUT THOSE NIGHTS THAT SHE USED TO WAKE UP JUST BECAUSE IT WAS
NIGHT?
