Saturday nights are the scariest of the nights. It’s on this night, the tiredness of whole week you had been carrying within, comes to your skin. And yet, you have to put yourself out there.
The music so loud, that’s it’s hard to hear your own voice. The faces so consumed that you struggle to recognize someone you know. And at the end of our all, when you lie in your bed, a strange feeling creeps in.
Your body screams exhaustion but your mind stays awake. And you roam around in your thoughts to seek out the sleep. But the worst of all comes in the last. The pain from an old wound, as it oozes out memories of past.
“What if”, and “if only” become your partners in crime, the night slips by and the sun begins to shine outside. And you realize, it’s Sunday now. A whole day in recovery from life, and then you again forget everything, till the next Saturday night.