It was just a random day, nothing special, nothing exciting. Just a random day, that I was making a journey. Heart broken and lost, as the modern day concoction delivers on average people with hope, I was also making a journey to somewhere, someplace, don't know, yet believing on others statement that it was a place worthy of visit.
Train journeys has always been a more endearing travel, and a travel I haven't done for ages, I looked forward to it with whatever was left to look forward to. And wait, dear reader, when I say so before you amuse yourself establishing the judgement of either a pessimistic person or a overdramatic person on me.
But I didn't expect what I got that night. Exhausted of this hectic life of overburdened responsibilities, fake momentary jubilations and overcast eyebrows of a overwhelming sorrow that everyone of us is a prisoner of, I had forgotten what peace felt like.
It started slowly, as the cold breeze felt on my bare cheeks, and then suddenly with a rush. Don't know from where it came, but I was smiling. The scenaries changed and slowly the darkness went even darker. I felt peace in that calming total darkeness with flickering lights glowing somewhere so far away, I barely could see, but it was there.
The breeze grew colder. My fragile nervous puny human self groped for a piece of cloth to cover myself, after all "I might catch a cold, right". But my mind danced outside the window in the bewilderness of dead night. I gasped to myself, I haven't seen a night so dark. And it was true. If living in a urban vegetation, you are commiserating on your dead soul matching the dark night, you are yet to see what the some people live by, where there's no electricity.
And it wasn't dead. The darkness was fucking alive!
My self conciousness caught my dramatic musing and I ignored any further ado, and prepared to sleep. Tired, I almost slept for first 10 minutes, until suddenly I woke up, and felt cautious about my possessions. With a slight check on things, which was otherwise perfect unless for my panicky nature the fast paced urban life bore, I tried to go back to sleep. But only this time, I couldn't sleep, and I lied wide awake.
It was the perfect setting for, you know, deep thinkers. I looked out through the window above my head. The sound of the travelling train was quite loud with jolts, and it was the monotonous music I accepted. It was so beautiful, the darkness, that I surprised myself. With little stars shining just bright enough not affecting the bed of black, it was just beautiful enough to make me look at them for a forever.
