There’s something about 3AM!

I’m not trying to be spooky here. Neither do I watch that many horror movies to narrate a borrowed story. 

It’s just the idea of 3AM is so soothingly calm. The correlation of this hour with the calm we search for and the bleak possibility of a sneak peak evidently visible here. 

Maybe because there’s less noise. There’s never no noise et all, of course. The head compensates for everything external. The fight is always on. 

But there’s a tiny bit of clarity. 

Clarity of finding your own voice. Of what is right. What we ought to do. What we should have done. And the answers to those innumerable questions that we don’t usually ask ourselves. 

This might sound straight out of the old Onida advertisement, but hey, it is a lot elegant than that. 

The yesses and the noooos. 

The rights and the wrongs.

The blacks and the whites. 

It becomes more of clearing a lot of grey to find the white. Or black. Finding your voice. 

Even the best of the conversations get better when the short dial hits three. 

There’s something about 3 AM. 

I can and I cannot put a label on this. Just like I cannot on 100s of other things. 

Whether this effect is due to the tiring day that finished or the impending rush of the upcoming day that makes it so. 

There’s something about 3AM.