<i>The Soulful Affair</i>

By Shruti Saxena | Updated: Jun 29, 2010, 17:39 PM IST

Night - the moment one thinks of this word, a black painting smacks our mind. An eerie feeling fills us, a spectre of deathly silence swells up. It’s the time when the veil of darkness covers weary eyes and one gets entangled in a tide of oscillating thoughts.
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At the stroke of a late hour, the ashen clouds in the sky give the night a ghastly hue.
A moth flutters over my head dancing with an importunate buzz…the music of a silent night.
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When I return home from work after a late evening shift, I am too tired to think, but too awake to sleep, I wonder at this marvel of nature… The beauty of the night!
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The humming of the winds, the swinging trees, the hooting owls, chirping crickets – it is as if all of nature is playing an orchestra under the glowing stars. Far away, down a deserted lane a dog is scouring for food.
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John Galsworthy had described the beauty of night in ‘The Forsyte Saga’ as-
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“May night had fallen soft and warm, enwrapping with its grape-bloom colour and its scents the billion caprices, intrigues, passions, longings, and regrets of men and women.”
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For some, night means the time when evil forces arise and spread their reign of terror. A time for something uncertain, even dreadful. For little ones, it is the time when witches ride on their broom-sticks, and invade their innocent dreams.
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But for me, it’s the hour to make friends with darkness. A time to bid goodnight and sail into a perfect dream.
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As I peep out of the window of my cab, the tender light of the moon softly lights up my face, and I capture the radiance of the stars in my eyes. Strangely, I feel as if I am on a date with darkness (Night).
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I have never seen a face so sweet like it (Night) and feel that it can understand my silence. Oh, there is such majesty gracing the sky. I walk alone with it, for alone is not a bad way to be. It clears my head and helps me focus on my journey.
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My beloved (darkness) waits for me the whole day, and then entraps me in its arms when shadows fall. All I feel is happiness, laughter and love.
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It is a special time for me because the night allows me to listen to my soul, my inner-self.
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It is at night, when my soul enlightens me that it is aloneness that is dying to be friends with me. Readily, I surrender to my soul.
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When I am travelling down the quiet lanes to reach my home sweet home, thoughts that were in my sub-conscious mind gently surface - out come ponderings on wisdom, repentance and mystery.
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All throughout the day, my soul keeps whispering to me, but I hardly bother to listen. Not because I don’t want to, but, just like anyone else, I am too busy listening to others.
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Sometimes, I feel that we have been in the artificial night for so long that we have forgotten to value the actual night, which is a reality.
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My soul makes me realize that this world is at war and we must all learn to fight it out. I slowly find strength, and buck myself up for the choppy ride ahead.
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Finally, night ushers me to my residence to answer the call of my soft queen-sized bed, so that I might lull myself to some well deserved rest…and peace.