There was nothing to say. My failure was evident.
I tried to console, I tried to revive back, I tried...
All the night gave me was the reminder of my loss, the thought of being unsuccessful, the vision of a dead end. My dead end.
I lay confounded. It was perhaps because I wanted to be.
As though there could be nothing more, As though I wanted nothing more. As though, I have had the worst.
Or so, I thought.
And then, it winked at me. Oh! I saw it wink at me.
That tiny peck embedded somewhere so far, whose existence might have never been impressed so particularly, who seemed to have somehow been told to lay there solely for me.
Just as the wind blew tickling me, I felt something whisper in my ear.
I turned back. The same stillness remained.
I looked up. A thought struck me. It winked again and i felt reassured.
Just then I knew, the night was not totally black. The gloom was only for those who couldn't see the light. It was not the end.
I realised why stars twinkle.
