While walking alone on a lonely street in the dead of the night, the sound of silence made me think about myself,

I recollected how much I got bored at the party the other day and I didn’t dismissed my thought to be in sync with the crowd

I thought of how I misbehaved with someone close to me and I didn’t justify my act as it being her fault.....

I thought of how much I am ashamed of not visiting the elderly parents of a deceased friend and I didn’t blamed it on my busy schedule....

I thought of how much I missed the old days sitting and staring at the moon on the old half broken wooden chair and I didn’t complained of the misery I had…….

Suddenly a flashing car broke my thought process, almost like a zap realization of your finances when you want to go overboard and buy your favorite sports car u had always loved;

I had almost reached the end of the road and sharp irritating street lights could prick their warmth in my soul to evaporate its existence into fumes, as if telling me to go back to the real world; asking me to go back and still pretend how much I loved the party, pamper my ego and wait for her to come back and apologise, plan to visit my friends parents and cancel it at the last minute blaming it on work, appreciate the luxury I have…...

But there is something with in myself that asks me, “are you not the man, whom you just met on the dark street behind?”

Suddenly a reflection (almost like the zooming car that went past me) comes to my mind may be that soul is still alive ….. Ohhh!....... I had met myself after a long time!!