People say the most productive time of a span of 24 hours are those when we work, but I completely disagree with it.
For me productive hours are those when my mind and soul are at peace, when I can talk to thyself, when I can give relax to my body, when I can listen to the slow whisphers of the trees humming, when soft music soothes my inner conscience.
It is the time when I go for sleep during night, this is my favourite time.
I like the bright moon sending its good night wishes to me through the threads of silk curtains brightening the entire room via the windows.
I do not fall asleep all of a sudden when I go to bed, I go to the journey of dreams that I have in my life for myself.
It is completely me time.
Kalam Sir Said, ‘Dreams are not which you see while sleeping, dreams are something that doesn’t let you sleep’.
I find this quote very perfect in my life.
If I am passionate about anything or there is anything that I want to do from heart then those are the kind of thoughts that runs in my mind when I sleep.
I make plans in the night and execute them during the day.
This is the time when I wake up, pick my personal diary and write down musings stealing eyes of the world.
I like writing with ink pen, because I think fountain pens have an attachment with me, they get me perfect words when I start writing.
At this hour of night there is pin drop silence except for some dogs barking on the streets or the Watchman Bhaiya whispering ‘jaage Raho… ‘
Sometimes the watchman Bhaiya scares me if he speaks loudly and many times if I do not sleepy till late night and it is too dark then I wonder what if a comes in ? 😂😂
Then I console myself telling I will close my eyes and sleep, won’t make any noise and let the theif steal whatever he wants 😀 .
The next morning I laugh at myself.
Nights at my home town are meany for sleeping early or watching t.v but then hostel life nights have its own charms.
Those were the times when we slept as much as we could during day and during nights we became owls, some busy with large novels, while others munching on Maggie with earphones being the bestest friends.
Those were the times when our last minute preparations depended on the night before the exam.
We watched horror movies and scared each others by making scary noises.
And some days if we had an occasion to party then we would indulge in surprise decorations hiding from the warden.
We would keep the window to stairs secretly open and then move to terrace late nights.
Partying, studying, listening rocking or soft music or dancing on some old songs with hostel buddies is the life there.
Those were the time when we stole food from mess especially chapatis and then ate late nights with bhujiya and pickles.
After staying at hostel, adjusting in the home life is difficult where no one stays up after 11a.m 😂😂
So what I did was simply downloaded ebooks and read them and convinced myself to settle with the boredom.
But reading ebooks doesn’t suit my eyes so I started sleeping early and I realised the value of sleeping early and waking up early.
So I suggest everyone to be not a lincobio, instead be a sparrow.
Nights are beautiful if it rains, if the moon shines, if the winds hugs, if the music heals, if the feet’s tap at rytham of some magician playing guitar for you.
During nights I recall the whole day and write down the things I should do and things I shouldn’t have done.
I love nights, because after nights begins the day, A brand new day with a new sunrise.
And the whole day is beautiful only if I slept peacefully during last night.
So sleep peacefully, have a sound sleep.
Talk with yourself during the night, so that the next morning you are very clear
with your own wrong and rights.
Sleeping peacefully is the best remedy to tension free life.
Sleep at least for 6 hours as Gandhiji Said and enjoy the blissful life.
A good night sleep have the super power to kill all sort of tensions even Monday blues.
So early to bed, early to rise and Be Wise.
The post is a part of Blogchatter Weekly prompt which is writing and sharing a post on Instagram.