It was one of the hotter nights. The first time he visits my
room; the power cut had to happen. Fucking perfect.
He suggested we take the mattresses out, on the terrace, and
sleep under the sky. “I have never done that”, I said. “I don’t lock my door
even though, but I have never slept out. Something feels naked inside me, if I sleep
out. Not that the other buildings are tall enough to overlook the terrace, but
the sky… makes me naked inside out. Something that’s so vast and undefined, I seem
like a child… naked to my soul, I cannot lie to it, the sky watches over me. I wanted
to be an astronaut while growing up, can you believe that? I always was
fascinated with everything that happens there. Every star that moves, even the
clouds…. You must think I am weird or at least wired wrong. But I have always
thought, one of those stars was my guardian angel… one at least. But I don’t know
who; which one, so I look at all of them. I hope a ray appears out of one of
them, and takes me away, away, away from this, all this. Dad’s wish to make his
son an Engineer changed the career, but not the dreams… I don’t know why I am telling you all this. Sorry
for talking so much. I… just … sorry dude”
All that he said, apart from the slight smile from his lips,
was “I don’t mind you baring it all; all your thoughts”.
Why does one sentence, uttered by the same person; means so
vastly different, when said to different people. The time he took between the
two ‘all’; did something. I don’t know what he meant when he said that… but I suddenly
went pale first, and then changed to pink, and then there was suddenly nothing I
could concentrate on the whole night.
I could not have slept lesser, if I had pneumonia; than I did
that night…
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