Monday, June 29, 2009

One Night

Its really a cool night in Elecronic city, I am just completed my shift and simply sitting in the compound. Its look like the dead image of morning. Day time fllled with sounds, people talking to each other, some discussing about their projet , others calling their parents or girl/boy friends in mobile. But in night everything different - dead silence just like a cemetry.
Its so silent that I can even hear the wonderful music of the night wind. Small creatures too joined in the band and enjoying under moon light, The music of night, its a special thing even if you are doing someting else your concentration will automatically turn towards the bauty of the night.
Some people are there; with their own interest or compelled to do so came in the night for work. I dont know what Iam doing here,in the next week i have exams, i dont even remember when i opened the book for the last time. But its became a habit now - a dangerous one, long time practice even turn bad things to be a habit.
People are going to enjoy their midnight snacks, in groups, laughing.. trees too are silent - looks like they to want some rest after standing in the day time. I didnt completed my words but before it, they agreed to giving me a fresh cool air which doesnt have the pollutunts of the Bangalore city. By the way what Iam doing here? Have to wake up in the morning... So good bye every one...
Sajeev

Its really a cool night in Elecronic city, I am just completed my shift and simply sitting in the compound. Its look like the dead image of morning. Day time fllled with sounds, people talking to each other, some discussing about their projet , others calling their parents or girl/boy friends in mobile. But in night everything different - dead silence just like a cemetry.

Its so silent that I can even hear the wonderful music of the night wind. Small creatures too joined in the band and enjoying under moon light, The music of night, its a special thing even if you are doing someting else your concentration will automatically turn towards the beauty of the night.

Some people are there; with their own interest or compelled to do so came in the night for work. I dont know what Iam doing here; in the next week i have exams. I dont even remember when i opened the book for the last time. But its became a habit now - a dangerous one, long time practice even turn bad things to be a habit.

People are going to enjoy their midnight snacks, in groups, laughing.. trees too are silent - looks like they to want some rest after standing in the day time. I didnt completed my words but before it, they agreed to giving me a fresh cool air which doesnt have the pollutunts of the Bangalore city. By the way what Iam doing here? Have to wake up in the morning... So good bye every one...

Sajeev

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