Night

WRITER

After a night of deep sleep and comfort of bed I woke up a bit earlier than many others, I thought. 

I was staying in a single room at level no. 4 of Faith Tower at Birulia, Savar, Dhaka, Bangladesh.  

There is a little balcony to the east of my room.  Before going to toilet I understood my mind was insisting me on going there means balcony. 

I went there. By then many people have woken up. I looked down to the ground and realized activities of life for one more day has already underway. 

I saw a middle aged man was paddling away his empty rickshaw van, another man, probably a guard of a factory, was enjoying smoking, vehicles were on traffic through the main road. 

With the time more people would come out, activities will increase and would continue till the advent of one more night. 

Night is something full of dark, silence and even stops all activities of life. 

But … …not breathe.