It was 5 AM. It felt peaceful. The entire half of the world seemed to be asleep. Such early mornings give her immense happiness. It's like there was only her. There were no people. All the problems that existed seemed to have taken a break at these times. No sound of traffic. No sunshine. No talks. It's only her and 5 AM. She enjoyed the time as it decides to pass rapidly. This is how she was at 5 AMs. It was a 5 AM bliss moment.
Then there was another time of the
day. 10 PM. At these times, she was usually not sleepy but tired. She was
anxious yet laid-back. It's that time when everyone is awake and there's
constant chatting; the pointless banters. She hated such times. 10 PMs should
be either for partying or for sleep. There's no point staying awake at home at
this time. They might as well destroy you by building anxiety. It was a 10 PM
anxious moment.
And then there was 2 AM. Everyone
loves these. These are the romantic times for poets and writers. There's some
magic in these that's not present any time else. People bond in those 2 AMs.
These are the times where people fall apart silently in their own beds. These
are the times when people confess their love. These are some magical times. It
was a 2 AM hopelessly fallen in love moment.
Her days weren't like these every day.
But, these were emotions she attached to every time. And just then she was
wondering about the 4 PMs when she shut her laptop to leave her office. It was
a 4 PM freedom moment.
(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)
