As I grew older, I realized that dusk carries more silence and stillness than the universe holds. Once the nights that used to scare me as a child now feel serene as an adult. It offers more comfort than the rest of the world combined.
Maybe I chase the evening because it does what I struggle to do – it slows down without guilt and rests without explaining itself.
The moment the sun touches the horizon, the sky blooms into a particular shade of orange, rejuvenating my inner child. I have always been fond of sunsets and the calm they bring. I like to imagine myself as the main character, sitting on a shore or a hill top, watching life unfold in small, unhurried moments, everything feels patient – even time.
Once the clock crosses midnight, the world begins to heal and switches off its expectations – fewer people, less noise, just an earthing silence. A cold breeze caressing my face, light as a feather, and for a while, nothing occupies my mind – that is the kind of luxury I yearn for at this moment.
Maybe I don’t crave silence because I am calm – maybe I crave it because my mind rarely is.
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Leisure & Life 