Inspired by my recent trip to Kolkata, the first Colonial capital of India. Night, in every sense and in some hidden sense too, had a very distinct character there. I felt attracted to it in such a way that I started thinking it was for the Night I went there. To be engulfed by her, caressed by her and loved by her…. The Night had lips that tasted and smelled like plum. She kissed me goodnight and left me when I was asleep. She just merely turned me into a worshipper and I forgot what I was there for.
I still haven’t escaped from the magnetic circles of the Night. I can still hear the gentle rain falling on the windows… The mighty ocean roaring outside the doors and the heat of the Night still on my body.
I will go back just for that; the seductive power of the Night.