Night’s Breakfast

How much weird this “title” may seem to be, it is not. Because, the conclusion of something to be weird, needs a prior context, of what it is going to imply. And, unfortunately enough, neither you and in some way, nor do I, know, what am I going to write. Hence, I left you no room for judgements that would make it possible for you to claim my “title” to be a weird one. But, being a reader, you have a right to know, that the actual reasons for choosing this title, resides on my beliefs of qualifying the night time as a possessor of different feeds, for the mind to dwell with. Pretty long sentence to read at one short, right? So, let me tell you, Bertrand Russell has enough reasons to persuade anyone, to not use long sentences. And, most interestingly, himself excels in the usage of it. So, the truth is, reasons keeps the capability to guide you in providing justification but it’s the moment that drives you and makes you to project the true feelings, out of you. But all these words didn’t just grow out of plain thoughts. Reasonable influence of this flow of thoughts can be placed on a “liquid”! Yeah, a liquid. So, hear me out.

Situation wise, I was kinda drowsy but wasn’t willing to go to sleep that sooner. Thus, desperate situation calls for desperate measures. I went for a couple of tea bags, and to be particular about the numbers, I remember, it was two. And, I pity them. Want to know why? It’s because, they seem to become useless too early, (or may be looked as being useless) as soon as they stop adding more color to the milk, when there is still so much left in that bag to be taken out. Who cares! Its just a tea bag, right? Hope it never happens in our society. Phew. Still who cares!

Filling the thermos flask, up the brim, my laziness and with it my texture of drowsiness, I got a temptation of pouring the tea slowly into the cup. Or, maybe I’m just restructuring the event that I witnessed, in order to place before you, a worth-reading-piece. Whatever it may be, I just happened to sense a peculiar sound out of the dripping tea drops, that made a “curkling” sound. Okay now, stop before you start googling the word “curkling” because no such word exists. I just made it up, and the reason being my quest to imitate the above-mentioned sound while pronouncing the word I just made up. Now, it entirely depends on your familiarity with that very sound. This type of words is termed as “Onomatopoeia” and different regions of the world use different combination of letters to structure a word of such use, as every language has a different pronunciation style. So, if you don’t mind, let me sum up this. We depict a sound in a form of letters just to bring them under our capability to convey it to others. Hope, this never happens with the idea of GOD, and in a way too restricted, even religious faith.

To much gap, right? What to do… the moment just made me to transcend my feelings from something very normal to something entirely debatable. Hell, a lot of discussion. I should stop and concentrate on the tea. See you later. Bye.