During the shrill of the night, they came crawling from everywhere - setting fire to the inner self that was cowering in terror. I was under siege. There were blockades around, everywhere, I couldn't jump and run away. My adrenalines failed me, so I sat there, shivered, pissed on my pants and gnashed my teeth to powder. I fought my best inhibitions to not wanting to open my eyes, but I was defeated. When I looked around, all that I could find on the contrary was peace.
I saw bats flapping their wings, it rhymed as music to me. Cricket sounds added flavour to the eerie silence. There were no men or women on the streets. But plenty of dogs, stray ones, some howling and some wagging their tails in love and freedom. I knew in my heart that this was heaven. The world taught me to hate darkness, but I started finding light in it. It appeared much more real without the allures of the day. I looked at the skies, the moon was shining bright and those stars, they were winking sweetly at my otherwise ridiculed form.
What they ask you to do misleads you. What takes you away from structure and the generally agreed rightful ways, takes you to your paradise. For in chaos lies beauty spectacular. Your wandering soul finds its rest in the fields carpeted with scrubby tufts of grass and weed, not in the coziness of your bed. The weather is lovely, monsoon is here, break the fences, run, run so hard away, for there are monsters within, you don't belong here, let it thunder and rain, and the floods flow wild.
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