Gift of the murk...

Sitting at the wide window and staring out, when the world around is surrounded with murk and the roads are empty with nothing even nearly human being visible to the naked eye, when the light looming from the street lights dimly brightens up the trees, when there's only silence, silence which consists of the sound of breeze gushing swiftly and remnants of rainwater on the tree leaves sprinkling down, when the moon is looking straight into your eyes... while rest of the world has surrendered to sleep... and it feels nothing but peaceful and serene. 


You know, nights are not always scary... because sometimes, it is this darkness that you need, this sound of silence is what is missing inside you and this peace... is a priceless gift from Mr God and Mother Nature...