What are the signs that you are spending a blissfully alone, buoyantly joyful and relaxingly peaceful midnight hour?
A. You are watching the glistening contours of the sea-side waters do a ballet-like act in the moonlight...
B. You are doing that, while sipping the perfectly-blended and ideally-strong coffee with just-the-right-sugar and of course the never-ending pack of energy sticks...
C. All this, while a bunch of teenage party-hoopers are squeaking like rats whose tails are caught in traps all around you and yet....you have no intention of getting up from the ever-so-tranquil moments which seem to have been transfixed in the history of time....
D. You know your night's just gonna get better than it already is...since you have the bestest possible movie library which never fails to fling one good movie after the other with every visit of yours there...This time around, it was "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" ....and to top it all, you still haven't touched your indigenously-mixed cocktail yet;)....
Aaaah...there's something about an unaccompanied saturday-night in Bombay that makes me feel inexplicaly concoted with the city...so much so that in order to prolong this harmony, I decide to take a bus trip which takes me to a place in the completely opposite direction to my not-so-secluded abode...Sure, it's the wee hours of a VERY bright night, thanks to the electrically-enriched neon lights..And of course,a gallon of coffee and Steven Wilson's inescapable voice (Not an evening in the company of Porcupine Tree again...this time it was O.S.I's out-of-the-world track called Shutdown) to keep my insomniacal tendencies up and running...But then again, in a city of free will, what better day/night to exercise it when the whole population is up and about?
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