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A Night-out...


The sky was clear, the moon was shy, looking at the track which was paved with the glittering ride. The distance the eyes rolled where those tail light teasing us, for making us running late of time. Our destination was all through the office way, and working was out for that day. 

Calculating the matrix of those boxes and bottles with some scrambled eggs waiting for the one with a broken leg, outside the Concentrix. The time when the reality said good night, left was the only place for the dreamers some with the close and some with open sight.

We had a wide open sky for the roof, the birds have chosen their path, the stars have chosen their sky, time was for us to pick our clouds.

There were many to accompany us with wheels, but they were not with us. 
The roads and those paths were alone but unlike morning they were not lazy. Street light, some wrecked some blind decorated that lonely midnight streets, roads and highway beautifully bright.
The confusion was created by those trees which stood on the edge of the road which was hard to decide whether they were welcoming us or were saying goodbye.  

The land raised in height with slow, as we paced to the destination, the place looked decent, the city wave never passed with this air. There were huts of bamboos some stayed on the ground but we preferred the one which had a climb. 
Coming out of the mischief was our choice when Herain asked in a serious voice. "Mera phone kidar hai be?"  Everyone gathered conscious even being sober yet we had nothing to say.
By making calls nothing came out and it made our face fall when we realise, the phone was with the cab driver while he was on his way.
Snacks and the starter, sip after the sip but all that  Herain did for his phone was weep. 

While everything around us was starting fresh, we were ending our night or so-called day sleepy, messy, untidy. Everything was done by the dawn, with the initial ray for our home we made our way. Soon I realised that my semester exam to begin after just one day. 

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