Those psychedelic nights ...

the smoke rising in the air of the dark night making different shapes against the blue light of the speaker. imagination, tangible as the shape of the smoke, veers aimlessly. sitting in a unkempt room with its door facing the starry night, the mind plays its own tricks. well it does not captivate the senses as they are occupied in observing the proceedings of the next dose of "nirvana" getting ready. outside the wind is chilly and sharp , contrasting to the warmth inside the room . the eyes are heavy trying to fix their gaze at the monitor to figure out the next song in the playlist..the view of the night and the fog enveloping the college merged the unreal with reality. waves of peace and tranquility were in the air .in the room music flowed amongst laughter. faces of friends smiling , chatting , "rolling one after the other " . it is kind of bizzare but the dim light accentuates the emotions reflected on their faces. high and full of life. pink floyd filled the slow senses with abstract thoughts. the body feeling light almost gravity less. motion defy every rule that newton once disocvered ..... (to be continued)