Nights walking on the streets... I love walking along the walkways at night.. No many will be up and around except on Saturdays when quite a number of them go clubbing... I love walking on the roads with the companion of the wind... silently whispering its presence... Sometimes it rains, rain drops tinier than the end of a needle... it looks like dust flying down from the sky...I wish they were snow... They dropped on my shoulders, on my windbreaker sweater... one drop is not enough to wet the spot it settled on... it settles so ever lightly... traffic lights at the junctions are almost deserted at around 8pm... not many vehicles are on the road at that time... the night looks darker during the winter as if it was 10 pm as the sun settles earlier every evening... The dim light at Grafton Bridge, promise a hint of security... A place beside it looks sorrowfully beautiful, with red dripping leaves hanging from its trunk, looking over the last resting place of souls, like a guardian... there are many of these guardians... It is not about spooky incidents, it looks like a memorial site, sleeping so quietly beside the road with the bridge over looking it... There are no fears, no trauma, no terrifying feelings... No bats, no spooks, no black crows to remind about scary stuff... It just stay put at where it was, lullabying the resting residents within the soil... I remembered the first week of orientation, i had participated in a scavenger hunt organised by my residence hall... One of the task that was assigned from us was to find the tombstone with a person's name carved on it in the little place where Grafton bridge overlooks... It was pretty cool as it doesn't look mournful at all... but, i was sorry for it on that day, as there are so many of us making stampedes on its grounds... Hmm, i wonder why there is always a cemetery nearby the place i am at... Maybe it was to remind me that being alive is good, but death is not that scary when you are going to meet it many years from now... The end is not always bad... When you have faith in god that everything would be alright, death is not scary... But I'm also constantly being reminded that being alive means more chances of doing good, throwing one's life away because of a small obstacle is not a way to escape from it... it'll haunt you even when you are dead... Death comes naturally.. when the time is up it'll come, we do not need to rush ourselves towards it... Cherish our lives, cherish our souls.... make use of our precious souls to help others from sufferings is the best ever way to brighten the world...^^
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