Tonight is very much restless

It is perhaps the longest night of the year. It is passing away silently without creating any commotion. It is undoubtedly a conscious approach. This night may be of mine or of yours or of anyone else, uncalled for. This night does not have any specific beauty to be accounted for with a noting. It is a usual night, not at all interested to stir the atmosphere with any significant message. It is the night of secrecy as it wants to hide its beauty before all. Why is this secrecy, it may invite a controversial debate without any conclusive solution. Who cares for a solution? It is going away and let it pass away as it seeks no intervention. Yet it is a night in the longest span. It may envelop mysteries in different form and context. It is in undefined restlessness.

This restlessness is trying to tear out the intricate bonding of night in absolute hallucination. This illusive night wants to build up an intimate relationship with all of us in its total restlessness. Responding to its call travelers of night come down on the street. It is now almost midnight. An intoxicated man is found at a distance right under the lamppost. He is trying to say something incoherently looking up in the starry sky. There is none in the street to share him with his incoherent speech. Still he is telling something in a contesting mood. He is showing his total no-confidence to the restless spirit of the night. Let night remain in total silence holding its mysteries. This restlessness is out and out unbecoming to the characteristics of night. The drunkard man is throwing challenge to this night because he is not in a position to accommodate it. Every night is very much known to him. He is the part and parcel of the episodes of night. Tonight is unfamiliar to him. This night is not giving him the requisite company. He is completely alone tonight. Where will he go now? A shelterless man seeks shelter under the canopy of open star studded sky. Each and every night makes him alive covering him with a black blanket. This restless night is trying to squeeze his longing to remain alive. Tonight is treacherous lending no concession to the man.

It is now one o’clock. A flesh trader woman is still standing in front of the door for a prospective client. She did never spend a night without a customer. Tonight is very much aching to her. She is having everything to attract a male customer. She has a very attractive vital statistics. She is always responding to her clients with no cheating subject to her sexual appeal. Her clients do never show any aversion as she is a very popular flesh trader in the red light area. Yet she is not booked this night. But she is very much in need of money tomorrow morning for her ailing mother in the village. She is now in deep agonized thinking. No night plays any false to her. But this restless night is somewhat exception. Tears start tricking down her eyes out of frustration. She is thinking to punctuate her life by any sense.

That intoxicated man comes forward. Both of them are equally unhappy this night for obvious reasons. Their line of thinking may be different. But fact remains, they are discontented tonight. Life has come to both of them as crescent life. The man wants to have a talk with the flesh trader woman in total intoxication. But there is natural refusal from the side of flesh trader woman because she wants a client. She does not have any intention to waste time without any prospect. Two aimless identities are standing face to face. Their self identities are already lost in the tug of war of life.

“This man can never be the rescuer of her”, the flesh trader woman does have a soliloquy,” It is not the time to waste. A prospective client may appear at any moment. Better to avoid this intoxicated man.”

“What are thinking lady? This night is not for you and not of mine. Both of us will be deprived of our target. This night wants to denude both of us. Give up your prospect this night. It will remain uselessness to you. Forget my case.” The man mutters incoherently.

The lady can not resist her but to burst out into tears with a wailing cry,” I need money for my mother’s treatment. Who will give me money next morning if none comes forward to me as a client this night? Where will I go now?”

The man smiles meaningfully and says.”I am for you this night. I don’t believe womenfolk. Frailty thy name is woman. I am today a lost identity because every woman plays false with me in due deliberation. Yet I will stand by you tonight as you are in the deep sea now in utter despondence. There is none to stand by in your adversity. I will accompany you to your room. Let me show the way.”

The woman is now endlessly confused. What to do now? Ultimately after a long mental tussle she takes the man to her room as a practice. According to customary she comes forward to the man for an enjoyment.

The man at once stands up in a spark and giving his intoxication he says,” Look, I don’t want to touch you. Woman body is a catalyst poison to me. I have come to your room as a friend in need. I want to share your frustration with you. Both of us are the victim of social decadence. This night is chilled. I require a shelter in order to avoid the biting of the cold. I will pay you for your generousity. This is much and nothing more. This restless night has tied us up in a single thread. Be grateful to this restless night. I am awfully pauper. Road is now my only address. Still I have some money in my pocket. Take that out and it may help you in the morning.”

The flesh trader woman is completely confused now. She never wants anything without giving a labour as a sexual worker. This man is really queer. Yet he should be respected. She is obliged to this restless night for a new assignment to the meaning of life. She is well satisfied to day for opening up a new chapter in her life.