Paradoxical Nights
Paradoxical Nights Strange how nights can invoke outlandish sentiments that are vague but coherent simultaneously. It is a core memory from my teenage. Getting the door of your room shut after tricking your parents into believing that you are in deep slumber by 12. Starting off with your solitude despite knowing that the fantastical hallucination of your subconscious brain will come to a merciless end by your cacophonous alarm as early as 6 a.m. But you still decide to discern the arcane tales penned in the 2 a.m. black with gleaming ink. Letting your earphones give you some company, all this had the power to make me experience nostalgia of something which didn’t even happen till then. The thrill of welcoming what the morning had to unfold and simultaneously having the terror of letting the moments slip in a time loop, reminiscing them in near future. The serenity of the night integrated the adrift parts of my ingenuity that I had lost throughout the day. Whatev...