Well, roaming around in house at night is something one looks forward to from time to time. Not getting used to monotonosity, in the stillness of night when others are asleep, a yellow subdued light, a quiet corner, a comfortable position, an ambient room temperature and a laptop that speaks to you personally is what one looks certainly forward to. Piecing together thoughts. Watching the pure delights of words in front. A song and music running in the background.
Words do get limited, yes. But that is the beauty! An expressed thought enhances the joy of living. It is like a fast-flowing river, like Ganga at Haridwar. Flowing furiously, undulating, unidirectional. It cannot be chaotic. Without limits, yet having to keep within limits. Being given an ironical sustenance.
An unexpressed thought! It is the real beauty. Because it has a mysterious element. Beauty is incomplete without mystery. It is like the wind. Multidirectional, surviving the deserts and oceans alike in its path. Chaos is its leitmotif. And chaos is order in the context of an unexpressed thought.
Delving deep into the world of an unexpressed thought dancing in the stillness of night when the crescent-shaped moon is looking down at you and saying, Hi!
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