THE CITY AT NIGHT
I
existed in the still darkness at the back of the cab. My thoughts did not
accompany me but they too were in darkness. As the vehicle intertwined the towering
structures of the big city like a concrete labyrinth, I heard the sounds of moonlight
sonata glide past my thoughts softening the harsh sights. We passed replicas of
indistinguishable buildings that blurred in my mind into one stretched panorama.
We had traveled far but it seemed time had frozen. I had the strangest notion
of being in space, being motionless and alone, watching the earth from a
distance. The frowned on drinking culture that littered every street became a
moment of art and the intoxicated creatures belonging to it were no longer disturbing
but intriguing visions as I knew they could not reach me. Looking out upon the chaotic
disarray only made me feel more at peace, the same way you feel warmer in bed
when rain droplets knock on your window outside. I had become a secluded voyeur
of the nights secrets like the stars that hid behind the clouds . This did not feel like my home anymore, it
felt like London.
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