Silent city. After passing a busy day along with its dwellers the city is also snoozing. The roads are preparing themselves for tomorrow. The glaring light of lamp posts decorates the roads with a new look. Till now some vehicles are rushing to their respective destinations. It’s like non-stop festinate, like human life. Autumn breeze is dancing the trees. Sporadic gentle wind simultaneously creates a chilly atmosphere at times, conveying the advent of Late Autumn in few weeks time. The blue sky turns into grey. But its colossal facet remains same. Night birds sprout their wings; they are free. These are the unique beauties of late night. Among all these beauties the “Blue Mind” becomes so restless like Jeff Bridges’ Crazy Heart. It’s a different sort of agitation. The twitchy mind itself doesn’t know what it really wants. The dawn is going to commence. Insomniac mind is still awake. It forgets to sleep tonight. May be to know the unknown, to see the unseen the curious mind becomes so impatience. What are those untold wants? Apparently, it seems that in order to divulge any mystery the restless mind is eagerly aroused till late night. What are those mysterious fables? When are they supposed to be revealed? Who is responsible for giving rise these twisted perplexities? Tonight these unknown queries are frequently roaming around the Blue Mind. To seek out the answers to these questions, it spent a lot many nights wide-awake. A similar thing is happening tonight, nothing different. How many nights does it have to awake? Nobody knows. To discover these unknowns how long Blue Mind has to wait. This is also beyond anybody's imagination. Time, may be time will decide. The time, which will disclose all miracles one day
By
George Atlantic
Blue Mind: The Incomplete Story
Translated from diary (06-06-06)
Originally written: Just before FIFA World Cup-2006
