One Of Those Nights...

It was probably past midnight and he was lying on his bed, in eerily comforting darkness. It was one of those nights. He was just blankly staring at the roof as a million thoughts were running through his mind.

  It had been quite a happening vacation, a roller coaster ride of emotions. But then, it had its moments too, blissful moments spent in the company of family and friends. Strangely, though he cherished those moments, they did not give him the peace that he so longed for. He needed relief from the heady mix of melancholy and pain that had engulfed him. He felt shattered.

  They kept telling him that he didn't talk much now, he didn't even smile now. They kept telling him that he had changed, as if he had a choice. He didn't have one. With every thought that came to his mind, every word he spoke, everything he did, he could feel the seething cynicism that was building up inside him. His mind was in turbulence. And there was that lingering fear of something he didn't know, a terrible dread rooted deep in his heart. He was never bothered by his past, it was probably his future that worried him so deeply.

  He felt a chill down his spine. His vision began to ebb. At first, it just blurred, then it started fading as if someone was slowly switching off the lights of a long corridor. At last, it was all dark. He could hear the birds chirping outside. He opened his eyes. He was awake now.

P.S: "He" is a guy, as you would have figured out. He doesn't have a name because he doesn't like boundations that come with it. He is a free spirit, he is anyone.