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... long drives.
... those hour long conversations about literature and poetry.
... nostalgia and reminiscing about the past.
... guilt-free scoops of chocolate chip ice cream.
... lying on the beach side and star gazing at the moonless sky.
... listening to the sound of waves as you feel one with the sea.
... going through those old pictures and tattered albums; a slice of childhood.
... writing down your rambling thoughts, that mesmerizing pull of blue ink against pristine white.
... reading Neruda.
... that magical scent of vanilla in between the pages of those old books.
... allowing yourself to feel all those emotions that you kept under lock and key during day.
... bizarre thoughts and what ifs.
... thinking of him.
... flashes of creativity, brilliance and regret.
... unfinished lists.
... salty tears and random smiles.
... mushy movies and corny lines.
... and rewriting the ending in your head.
... making a fresh batch of extra buttered popcorn while you are at it.
Nights are for a lot of things but sleep.
I completely agree :)
ReplyDeleteNights are for a lot of things but sleep...!
Yeah, there are days for that :)
DeleteAbsolutely !Big YES for the bizarre thoughts :D
ReplyDeleteSo I'm not alone ;)
DeleteNights are indeed for everything else....and dreams!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd dreams it is :)
DeleteOooh I love this <3
ReplyDeleteFlicking the idea, definitely flicking the idea.
Thank you, my dear :) And feel free :D
DeleteNights are the only time when you can be yourself and do what you want to do... The dreams we have in the night makes the day.. I think night is the beginning of the day!
ReplyDeleteWell written... And I am a Neruda fan too!
That's such a lovely way to put it. Thank you, Satya! And yes, give me Neruda any day (or night) :)
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