It's 3 A.M. The darkness of the night intrigues me to write, and it's appearance provides me with the words. The window of my hall is half open. An astonishingly empty road separates me from the vast field on the other side of it. The road is lit by the light of a street lamp hidden behind the window. The light is intense on half of the road, and gets tame as I look towards the empty field, leaving passage for an evoking darkness to be seen and felt.
It's just a fractional part of the cosmic darkness spread over eternity that I am looking at. And how simply intriguing is the experience! These nights are transitory worlds. Experiencing them is a pleasure of an unmatchable satisfaction. The night comes to you with a new tale everyday. Hear it carefully until you, yourself, become one of the popular ones!