11pm, again. A day swiftly flying by. The flowers on the river banks lost their bright colours to the night, only the bridges span light across the dark waters here and there. At the edge of first sleep, all noises and chatters are unnaturally amplified, all neighborhood sounds much weirder, much more confusing than one is used to. (The challenges of achieving and keeping a state of calm in such random moments.)

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