Travelling to the Street of Night Roads

People often say that the night was young. I didn't really understand the meaning behind this

phrase until that one night I spent. I cant really say that my made perception of this phrase is

right but it is for me. Depressed is a strong word but there are times when people feel low

without any reason which actually is very normal. At those moments, we need time for

ourselves. That night was the time when I was feeling quite disquiet, anxious. I just wanted to get

out from my place, away from everyone. What better option was than to travel to the streets of

night roads to calm my uneasy heart. There is a saying, "The darker the night, the brighter the

stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is God". Nothing could express my emotions better than this

sentence at that night. It was cold and warm at the same time, it was dark with the brightest stars

in the sky. The night was young. The road was long, it felt like it would never end. I had no

destination in mind, I was just going into the night with the long roads without any worries in my

mind. Without awareness of the road or the rain, my car moved over the highway. Lights on full

beam. I watched how the yellowed yet bright light played in the droplets. This was my time to let

my brain roam free and my heart explore new peaks of relaxation, even as the city became closer

while I was travelling into the night roads. The road that was black in the day time just melted

into the darkness of the night. When a car passed by, its headlights were reflected in the water

that lay over the surface. My eyes were watching the frost growing over the windows as the car

was keeping me warm. As I reduced my speed, I watched the crystals grow for a while, allowing

my brain to be empty, content to exist and be, watching my breaths rise as new white puffed

clouds. The cold night was giving me the reason to draw closer to myself. As the light downpour

was coming to an end, the night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like enchantment at

every nightfall, promising to return as she faded in dawn's first light. Going in the streets in

darkness I wondered about those faraway stars and how they would return after the shadows
blended into the dark. The road was so deserted that it felt like it was left that way, forgotten and

erased by the passage of time. It was me with my thoughts, the stars, light rain with cold air, the

lonely road. I could say that the night was pretty young.