You peep out of your window to witness how the roads take rest, to be prepared for the dawn.. for a day full of rush.. for the sun and the rains..
You see the quiet playgrounds.. tired with all day play.. And the silent river.. flowing with her gradual routine.. continuing the giving of all that she has..
You observe the prosy construction sights.. contributing to the cement jungle..
Trees though asleep, swinging to the rhythm of the cold breeze..
As you try to look far and far, away, you see lights and more lights.. on the backdrop of the darkness of the night it seems to you as if all the stars are around you..
Then remembering the stars you watch the sky... But you could hardly find any star.. and for a moment you wish for a power failure just to see the stars..
Somewhere in the dark corner dogs seems to have there board meetings.. some vehicle honks disturbing their routine
Every body seems to be resting.. except the street lights, who enjoy there conversations with the crickets..
and the All time Handsome Moon monitoring everything around.. imparting his tranquil light.. You watch the moonlight coming in, towards you.. and then You turn to see inside your room to find your world fast asleep.. gathering energy for the coming day..
Storing this beautiful and charming night in your mind you re-enter into your rugs and devote yourself to the goddess of sleep.. listening to the sound of silence..
