Quarter to 4 am. The playlist is hardly a list, boasting of the only entry "Yellow"... and there it stands in the middle of the hostel- the pole with the three lamps.. 'and they are all yellow'. The silence feels pleasantly defeaning.. with an occassional buzz of yahoo messenger somewhere far in the lobby. Every single night, I find myself asking the question, "Whats so special about night?". Tonight is no exception...
I've spent nights lying on the rooftop of my house watching the airplane disappear into the moon. I've spent nights gazing out of the window in the dark. I've spent nights sitting on the stairs looking into those eyes... I wouldn't bargain anyone's company for these hours of perfect solitude. But when i had company, I knew it wasn't a compromise.
Everything seems to get better at night. The cold breeze brings warmth. The starry patterns add sparkle to the mystical experience. Music, such an essential ingredient. And as the playlist displays "Speed of sound", i find myself transported to the narrow lanes, returning home from the office in Louvain-la-Neuve. It was the same song each night last year in summers. By the end of two and a half months, the basketball court and the primary school, the tennis court and the grocery store knew the song well. The i-pod wasn't required anymore.
"And when you see it then you understand"...
4:16 am. No more intrusions of messenger from the far. March 24th. Just a few days, and this would all be gone. All these guys, sleeping in their rooms wouldn't be so close. My voice would take longer to reach them. Scares me. But then, "everything is on its way to somewhere". Life changes with each passing moment, ain't it? Memories remain.
There's something though, i'm absolutely sure of. The magic of night would always be the same, for me, for you!
I've spent nights lying on the rooftop of my house watching the airplane disappear into the moon. I've spent nights gazing out of the window in the dark. I've spent nights sitting on the stairs looking into those eyes... I wouldn't bargain anyone's company for these hours of perfect solitude. But when i had company, I knew it wasn't a compromise.
Everything seems to get better at night. The cold breeze brings warmth. The starry patterns add sparkle to the mystical experience. Music, such an essential ingredient. And as the playlist displays "Speed of sound", i find myself transported to the narrow lanes, returning home from the office in Louvain-la-Neuve. It was the same song each night last year in summers. By the end of two and a half months, the basketball court and the primary school, the tennis court and the grocery store knew the song well. The i-pod wasn't required anymore.
"And when you see it then you understand"...
4:16 am. No more intrusions of messenger from the far. March 24th. Just a few days, and this would all be gone. All these guys, sleeping in their rooms wouldn't be so close. My voice would take longer to reach them. Scares me. But then, "everything is on its way to somewhere". Life changes with each passing moment, ain't it? Memories remain.
There's something though, i'm absolutely sure of. The magic of night would always be the same, for me, for you!
2 comments:
Awesome, simply awesome dude !!!
I can't even think much better words to describe the situation myself. You must be in a real good, quite and self occupied mood to write those lines.
It hurts thinking about the last days in the insti. These moments will never come back. Hope that we all stay in touch afterwards too.
Take care
Arun
well written.
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