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 any preparations. I don’t want to complete the tasks left behind because I know that things will fall in place and take care of themselves. I’m important for the functioning of the tasks only until I’m here; once I leave, nothing is going to stop just for me; they will happen as they were meant to happen. I don’t want to wrap things up or clean my desk. I want to leave everything as it is so that when I return, I can embrace the glorious mess that I am.

You see now, this is the kind of beauty that hurts. And this is what 2 am does to you. I also read a post that said that ‘2 AMs were made for poets. Lovers/Writers. Visionaries. Over thinkers. Silent Seekers. These are my favorite hours’. Indeed, these hours bring the chaos out that we, introverts try so hard to contain inside us.

I must close this post now, but somehow I don’t feel like stopping. Sitting on a bench on the pavement, sipping black coffee and letting Pink Floyd do their magic, all I want to do now is to sit here until the morning and watching the sunrise. It’s been a really long time since I last saw a sunrise.


How I wish, how I wish you were here…

Comments

  1. Rajiv Kumar Shukla6 October 2016 at 20:19

    सबसे बेहतर बातें रात के सन्नाटे में ही होती है

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  2. Unknown6 October 2016 at 20:33

    Very well expressed :)

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