In the need to get up early I head to the bed (Actually, just a mattress lying at one end of my room). In a bid to attend the morning scrum meeting where your boss has specifically asked you, coz you’re a habitually late, to be on time. And yet, you just can’t sleep!
No, it’s not insomnia. It is just the mind working just a bit too much. Why does it has to do that?
I’d like to believe it’s the fault of the night. Night which has a head of its own and wants us to sit beside him and talk it to sleep. Oh yes, I’ll call it a him.
And no, don’t mistake the night to be calm, it just has too much noise in it. We’ve just learnt to ignore it. There is so much going on with it that we fail to completely understand it.
All it does is, make us think. Not anything concrete or substantially valuable but the mundane stuff. Everything seems so normal to him.
Night is like Mark Rylan’s character from the Movie “Bridge of Spies”. When Tom hanks( his lawyer in the movie) asks him why isn’t he worried about the trial where he might be sentenced to death for being a Russian spy, he replies, “Would that help?”.
It just doesn’t seem to worry about anything. About the upcoming day, about the future or about anything at all.
It is like that friend of yours which your grandmother terms as bad company. It just wants you to sit beside him and not to worry about anything.
But you still do.
You still worry. Get anxious.
Who is to be blamed, you or the night?
Why does the night makes us think?
