...This is what I write when I have nothing to write...
It was dark when the loud creak of the door woke me up. Getting back to my senses, I glanced at the wall clock, just opposite to me. It was 2:30 am… and I could feel a sense of grave pain in my right shoulder. Forgetting about it, I tried to get back to sleep, but now and then, I just couldn’t sleep. Finally, I stood up and walked up to my favorite place in the house – the royal balcony. Hyderabad appeared so seamlessly quiet. The serene nature, traffic-less roads, no sound apart from an occasional dog howl, twinkling stars, and all this coupled with gentle blowing breeze was an ideal setting. The setting demanded attention because, in our lives, things happen just like that. One moment we think that we are inclined towards something, but the next moment we are in no man’s land. Thinking nothing out of the box, I tried to find ways by which I could have spent the night because sleep had just turned foe to me. Nothing popped into my mind, and eventually, I decided to d