It was a full moon night, a few discrete bunch of clouds dotted the night sky. The moon light made the clouds glow with a silvery mist. A silent breeze blew, it was so subtle that it was hard to notice it. The breeze wasn't cool yet, still it provided some respite from the heat. A couple of neon bulbs sparkled atop the distant hill, saving the bulbs and the moonlight, the hill was engulfed with darkness. A dog barked carelessly and soon another one joined him, but they too fell silent soon. Silence is golden, is what the article was all about in the Sunday Times. It spoke of people preferring to remain silent to prove a point. But, did any one ever notice, that silence can not always be a choice, but sometimes a person can also be forced to remain silent.

She didn't know, exactly what made her fall silent. But, it was gradual, and certain circumstances made her silent. The silence was just as gradual as the splitting headache which she gets now. She wanted a break from the city, a break from the usual yada yada of the people around her, from the noises which were so inherent to the city, that it only worsened her headache. She wanted to escape.

Escape, not as a coward, but escape to explore herself, to find herself, to search for the girl who was long lost in the city and the expectations which the city threw at her. She had lost herself in fulfilling these expectations and couldn't realize till it was quite late. She knows now too, that escape is merely a dream, a mere wish, in her heart.

The city left her so empty that the fragile being which she is now, doesn't have the strength to search for herself. She sits here, in this moonlight, waiting as the city eats away at her strength, rendering her weaker by the second. She sits here getting lost again.