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Posted by : Prahaas Oldman Saturday, 16 February 2013



Seldom do I open the window beside my bed. From my different perspective it's like a barrier or let's say more like a shield that I prefer to have between myself and the world outside. Late at night, my perspective changes. The shield becomes the source to glance in the darkness. Beneath the red sky stand tall buildings sheltering..who knows what. All that can be seen is the empty road, damp and glistening in the street lights. All that can be heard are the songs that the insects sing, chirping of a troubled love bird who couldn't sleep. It's name itself is a curse. Far away, transportation trucks blow their horns, all different sorts of them. Far far away the sound of a train, either arriving, either departuring, either in the midst of its journey..who knows. Probably the only thing that runs on its tracks. We, on the other hand..derail from our destined tracks and get lost. No humans around at this time, not even a single one. But the cold hearted species could be felt in the form of the cold breeze that silkly collides with my face. Its too cold. May be that's what they leave behind when they go to sleep, dreaming, or seeing the forthcoming or observing a parallel universe. Who knows?

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