Last night was tiring, like any other sleepless nights. I kept my eyes glued to the night sky which is partially visible from my room. Despite knowing that the moon will never be visible from that part of my home, I never let faith die since years. But now I have started accepting that it won't come to the window no matter how hopeful I am; some realities will not change for the sake of someone's faith. Isn't that so? My eyes don't ache any longer. Most of the time they are wide opened and lost amidst the continuous flashbacks. Even though the episodes of flashbacks remain constant, I'm never bored. May be I am getting used to monotony. I could see the sky changing it's colour from the dark shades to the slightly fading blue. It was for third time when I got up and sat quiet for few minutes and took a long breath before lying down again. It was around 0345 hours when a sudden thought made me restless. The more I tried to overcome it and squeezed my eyes, th...