There is something about a night in. It’s been awhile since I have written. College happened in a full-fledged race where there was drizzle, sunshine, storms but no hurricanes yet. It’s been a busy semester for me and still is until I go home in December. But tonight, I want to talk about a blissful Sunday night in that I am so lucky to have.

I’m crawled into bed. With the window open, the blinds open, and candles sparkling alongside my fairy lights. I devour my nights alone with such simplicity around me. Keeping my phone away and just laying there looking out the window whilst writing my thoughts down. Enjoying the city lights and watching planes land. It reminds of my days when I would have nothing else to do but be curious of such things. Time was something I had to spare and now it diminishes so fast.

It’s rare for me to have these nights alone. Completely alone and not giving a damn about the time.There is something about the night which enchants me. When the city is heading to bed to start its long week, here I am sitting illustrating the city through my eyes. I love long walks at night and I take them often but tonight I wandered with my eyes and let them imagine the far and beyond.

I have a smile on my face and it feels nice to clear my head. These days it’s hard to relax and for me it’s impossible. I function in chaos and become numb in normality. An empty unstressed head is rare for me. When it happens which is rare like the blue moon, I take full advantage of it. I know that my soul will thank me for it as it is what keeps me sane.

Now, I shall continue feeding my soul. Good night and Good luck.

Indian Chameleon’s Obiter Dictum for the Day
Take a night off and just treat yourself.