The Blind Man Saga...

Day 1
Blue Hour 
refers to the period of twilight each morning and evening where there is neither full daylight nor complete darkness.


There is a saying, "The night is darkest before the twilight". I have wondered about it quite often over the last few days. How often does one wake up in the morning to realize that the darkness of the night before is not over yet. what's worse, it isn't going to be over ever again.The nocturnal creatures will not stop to haunt your dreams. You lay in your bed, tossing over and over again waiting for sleep to drop by. Yet it remains a distant cousin who visits you once in a while, bringing joy into your life. And with that you also accept the fact that the dark shadows during the early hours of the night are going to be your tenants for life. Nightmares become your alibi. The rainbow is black. Funny as it may seem that my dreams are the playgrounds of many a characters that are yet to see the light of the day. They are pleading me to rescue them from the shadows that grows ever so rapidly towards them and yet, I have in all probability, summarized that whatever disasters happen, be it personal, local or global, happens to someone else in some other country, in some geography thousand of miles away. I did not believe I could be the lead subject of some very extreme situation happening to me. I am now the architect of my dreams and nightmares, I am the creator and the destroyer of the characters that dwell in those dreams and nightmares.. 


I am blind, Its the part that I came to know a few months ago. It has been rough ride ever since. However I am not completely blind or else I would not be here on this blank page pouring my thoughts out. I am in that hour of my life where I can clearly see the Earth rotating to enter the shadows, where the once bright Sun is bright no more, calmly drowning over the horizon and the vast winter sky is about to turn blue waiting for the dusk to take over. This night is going to be dark and long, the day being too bright. And somewhere through this wheel of time, in between these vast horizons, in between the twilight, I stand with my head held high basking in the warmth of this magnificent hour, which I refer to as The Blue hour of hope.


This is my time, my only hour and this I must use to the best of my ability to produce the musings of my grieved mind.
Never shall I stop to write, never shall I succumb to the obvious. My fight is against me. My fight is with the time that I cant hold back. My struggle is to sail through the night towards the twilight. And I do not know whether you will appreciate or condemn my words. Whether you will find it vulgar or mesmerizing, whether the words will stir your soul or give you pain of passing moment. Immortality is not what I aspire to achieve, its the hope to survive the night's long ordeal, the hope to once again feel the zephyr of the blue hour lifting my soul way beyond into the Sun...