The Night That Tells You to Write Something
A writer, just like you, woke up in the middle of the night to bleed
This is one of the many nights when I am forced to wake up from bed and pen down my thoughts on paper. Oh, sorry! Not on paper but the blank canvas of this digital space.
It happens many a time. I turn off all the lights and touch the bed to have some sleep. And then, after a few moments or an hour, suddenly, I wake up, turn the lights on, and start writing. For some unknown reasons, I love to write in the middle of the night when everyone sleeps in peace.
I peep through the window to see if there is light in any house nearby. No, there is none. The angels of darkness only playing with the leaves of a jackfruit tree adjacent to my window. Otherwise, everything is soundless and calm.
The roads are empty. The outside is free from the pride and cruel footsteps of humans. It’s a new environment that is quite different from daylight. Darkness made everyone silent.
As we cannot see through the darkness, it is always a mystery to us. And most of the time, we fear what we cannot see.
I don’t know where I am going with this piece. I don’t want to go anywhere. I am just enjoying putting words on this untouchable paper. I am writing about nothing but the experience of writing on the nights like this.
I am playing with words and thoughts. And I love to play them. I hope, as writers, you do the same. To me — a writer is no less than a magician who creates something out of nothing.
Why do people write? — is a question that has thousands of answers. And interestingly, each of them is right.
I write to play with my thoughts. I write to explore and, of course, to reveal myself. Writing is like mediation to me. I feel good and accomplished when I finish a piece.
Many springs ago, when I was a student of literature in the university, my professor said that if the same topic is given to a hundred writers to write an essay on that — you will get a hundred different writings. And that’s the magic of literature. Everyone reveals themselves in a way different from others.
I think what my professor said is absolutely true. Otherwise, how come the same emotions — love, hatred, kindness, joy, fear, anger, sadness, and all — are still felt new with good writings.
Writing is an art that has immense power in itself. It does not limit itself to the topic the story is about. It reveals more about the writer and his choices. It tells how the writer was feeling while writing that piece.
If you can dig more and see what’s beneath the story, you will definitely find the writer in his/her authentic self. And you will learn the art of knowing human beings through writing.
Well, that’s enough.
The night forced me to write, and I obeyed its call. Now, I’m done. I will have my sleep now. I hope the angels of darkness will not whisper into my ears and wake me up again.
And now, I can dream a dream where a writer, just like me, is writing in the middle of a night to have some goodnight’s sleep.
Thank you for reading.
If you want to read more of my writings, you may read the following articles.
- The People Who Hang Out With Their Dead Relatives for Years
- How I Unfollowed My Father and Learned Things Differently
- If Aristotle Were a Medium Writer
- The School of Nature
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