It was first hour of the day when I woke up that night. I felt the day is gone. I have lost a part of the flow of time I supposed to posses. Suddenly I felt a pull from outside as I’m hipnotised. I opened the door and went outside… sat on the soft delicate carpet of grass in my lawn. As I was a little bit confused about what is going on I took a small interviewof THE NIGHT :-
Me: Night! Why are you so calm? So silent?
Night: Because you are not night lovers. You guys don’t even know me. Where do you see me so calm?
Me: Then what about the books? Pages after pages line after lines, explains you as silent and calm.
Everything is wrong?
Night: They are fools. Men don’t know everything. After all you are a great mystry yourselves.
Me: you are so lucky Night! … you are the dream girl in the lines and imagination of every romantic
Poets.
Night: May be …. And Lucky…!! ( she laughed as before dead)
Me: Then what is you? Lady or Man?
Night: Who said you I know? May be a Lady, or a Man, or nothing, or anything else. Does it matter? Oh I
forget you are from the human cultures once I saw in my deadliest nightmare in the dawn of this
world.
Me: Please tell me Night … who are you?
Night: Time. light and love. Falwlessness and timidity. I’m youth and eighteen.
Me: Youth? Joy? ( surprised me ) But you r so calm.
Night: But my calmness is filled with the joy of a new born river… therefor you have fear of night… fear
of stormy nights…
Me: but…
Night: NO! this calmness is my flaw! Flow of so many words, making so many hearts clear and sights
clumsy… love, tears, happiness of so many people… . I’m the evidence of so many things, gems of
emotions.
Me: and Moon?
Night: My friend, best friend and deadliest foe.
Me: What! ( Surprised ) …. Everyone say he is your lover.
Night: No dear! I’m the heart-broken one, the alone one. Moon is friend of my loneliness and acide to
my individuality
Me: Then Moon-light?
Night: lifeless mosslin only…. Now can I ask you something?
Me: yes…
Night: who is more beautifull me or Day?
Me: If I’m true everyone loves the color of Day.
Night: Then ….
Me: say me pleas Night on which point you have pride on you. Do parise yourself today… I want to here
it. How you are so individually significant?
Night: Want to hear? … my words are never ending tale.
Me: Then when I will here them?
Night: When you will start finding yourself breaking the limit of humanity, in the parts and spaces in
molecules and atoms you will find me out.