The thought of the night


So many people. Big chariots. Unlimited enthusiasm. Long processions. Friends and relatives. Then finally a good bye and alone I stood thinking of the day and watching the gloomy night that stood solemnly in front of me.

The night overwhelmed my heart with some old stagnant emotions. Lusty illusions seemed to bathe in glow of the street lamp that peeped at our balcony. 

Love, lust, anger, loneliness and melancholy started draining inside me. I closed my eyes. It felt as though in a world filled with paradoxes and illusions ; the only reality best known to me is my own existence…


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