1.31am: whoof whoof whoof whiiff .... its the sound of the ceiling fan in the absolutely silent night. Every light is off and the bedroom light from flat#207 is penetrating through the darkness trying to light up the sky. In vain... sigh!
The laptop is baking, its been on for the last 3 hours, tideously opening pages and sending msgs to friends. A bottle of water lay there on the bed side waiting to be emptied. A pair of purple osho's thrown aside are on duty, alert! The mobile phone is missing its ring tone. It never lay so dull and listless.
Night! has different facets... one for the ones who sleep and one for the ones who cannot! It has plans for both kinds. Sweet dreams for the former and nightmares for the later. Right now, the sound of the fan is the only sound in the surroundings... its rhytmic almost hypnotic. Staring at it for long can have its own undefined effects on the mind. Sedative or psychic. Depends!
the night... is awake... till i fall asleep...
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