A sudden pang

A dark road. My headlights light up the path ahead. The cold night air brushes my face. A red light glows between my fingers as they lazily cradle the steering. The violet lights lighting up her face, the beats rumbling in my chest and the psychedelia of looking at strange lights while chugging rum and coke are still fresh in my mind. I lazily flick the radio channel and “Dhan te nan” comes on. Everyone shrieks and leans out of the car window shouting in revelry. Its a pleasure driving in Delhi at night. I head for the little night stalls that serve paranthas.

3 months since then …

A dark road. The orange glow of street lamps light up the road. The cold night air is hurting my lungs. I bury my hands deep into my jacket pockets as I trudge back home. The screen and the green psychedelic waveforms are still fresh in my mind. My stomach rumbles in hunger. I don’t think  there will be anything leftover from when the guys had dinner hours ago. I take a sip from my water bottle and try to douse the hunger. A car passes by blasting hip-hop in its speakers. I haven’t really slept in a long time.

Somewhere deep down me, a voice is crying and calling this madness.