Unwitnessed...

There is a part of life (that I knew exsisted) I hadn't witnessed until last night: Seeing the unlife in the night.

Coming from a conservative family, my father always looked down upon allowing me to stay out of the house in the night. In his absence, I allowed myself to cheat and went for a drive at 1 o clock. It was a simple route: Carter Road --> Bandstand -->> Amar Juice Centre. But it was for the first time that I saw Mumbai at that time of the night.

I just thought to myself: I wish I could feel this more often, feeling as light as a feather! Without any clutches, and bonds...

I could feel the silence of the night descending in my mind. It was the silence of thought, of peace. I could feel the soft breeze against my face, in my hair! It was the breeze of freedom... of Flight...