A Few Good Things That Hurt
I read somewhere that, ‘there are a few things in life so beautiful that they hurt’. Tonight is the one among them. The dampness of the rain, the drops of water on the grass petals, the blood-moon hiding behind the clouds and the stillness of the night. All mixed in the perfect composition to make this night beautiful and one that not just stirs your soul but shakes it violently. Violent enough to make you realize that a part of you was missing out deep within yourself and suddenly it has made its presence felt, and that’s all the reason why you feel at unease with yourself. The college fest is just around the corner. All the people committed to making it a hit are still awake and keeping this place alive even at this dead hour. Busy souls, they are. I feel like I need to run away from all this hustle and bustle; it all looks Kafkaesque. Run away to somewhere in the middle of nowhere, where I can once again unify with my lost self. I want to run away all at once, without ...