The orange light shined brightly from the mosquito repellent burning in my room. The darkness prevailed all over and it was 11.30pm on a Saturday night. I was lying down facing down on my pillow. Voices surrounded me from the window next to my bed from the club just outside my residence – voices of young drunk men and women. Lucky people I said to myself, for once I cursed my New Year resolution to stay away from alcohol till my birthday.

Thoughts flung through my head, thoughts of yester-years. Then a parallel thought emerged from the blue. Should I start writing again? I asked myself with uncertainty. My non-conclusive mind absorbed every bit of information it can process in parallel, and before my CPU crashed asked me pick my laptop up to type in few words. Should be a matter of amuse with a little muse!