It is already two hours past midnight and everything in my environs seems dead momentarily. Except the timepiece which is ticking on and on, the sound of which is perhaps, the only piece of sound which passes through my ears. In contrast to the equanimity outside me, there runs a gush of emotions inside me, in my thoughts, thoughts which diverge and take a new structure with every passing jiffy.
I sense a feeling of vengeance mounting deep inside my psyche along with a sentiment of remorse for being too presumptuous just to show off. Simultaneously, the always hunted desire of mine impedes me from taking any sort of repose and induces me to burn the midnight oil, something to which I have become habituated. This process is paying me alluring dividends and I am sure that it will make me be the victor at the end of the day. But there is a condition to it. Will I be able to continue to toil hard all through the journey? Undeniably Yes! I can and I will do better in the next and the even more imperative part of my journey, on whose threshold I stand.
Time is the most prized jewel for me now and I have to utilise every iota of it. Not a second must pass wasted. I will utilize each second shrewdly. When the clock strikes at 15.30 , I will sit down with my work and try to write the whole thing down . Indifferent to whatever has happened and unresponsive to baits of this materialistic world I must put in my hard work to achieve that ever wanted dream of mine, a dream that is preventing me from sleeping .
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
With these extremely motivating lines penned by Frost resonating in my mind , I begin my work.