The air, The lights, The dream.... 

The air was different, the lights were dancing, the crowd was flying by, their pace perpetual, never-ending, like they had nowhere to go. The air hung around as if, it had no other purpose but to stay, by choice, not under any coercion, free from forces, free from laws which it has always acceded. For once the smell of air was its own- odorless , not of the factors that fouled it. Not that these factors were not present, but somehow senses could discern, or actually discover the nothingness. If air was doing its bit, the lights added to it with sereneness. No doubt, that the lights were dancing but there was no briskness about its movement, no hurry of proving its mettle to the world; the dance was of solemness, of collective solemness, for the lights passed on the mantle selflessly among one another, but they knew the mantle will be back soon. Togetherness gave their movement meaning, if solitude was to prevail, the scenery would have died. The crowd walking by didn't share the sentiment,  but the air, the lights made them redundant. Though it didn't matter much, but their presence however transient, was felt. No matter how intriguing there personality seem, none seem to last the moment, you could feel their being, but before you could conjure up your thoughts, it was gone, vanished into thin air soon to be replaced by the next one, who is to soon share the same fate.
When all senses were in for a regale, then the tongue and palate were in for a treat too. The food looked exotic, however mere it seemed at previous encounters. There was no need for selection, or of any proper order to be followed, the only factor that mattered was the taste, and the variety did taste good.
The air, the lights, the crowd, the food made the evening special, or was it something else entirely, a dream, a fanciful walk in the serene air, among dancing lights, with ephemeral thoughts. Perhaps it never happened, all of it was just a well conjured fantasy. On second thoughts it did happen, for it was shared by a few more, making it more solemn just like the lights did with their togetherness. The feeling faints now, moony one may call it, but it happened and that too pressingly beautiful as if a dream.

The Line of Thought

Oh!I have a lot to say or should I say a lot to think. I have been stopping myself from doing so, for the fear of being judged or fear of not being logical or the fear of not being in line with what the masses think or not being in line with the intellectuals. Is it just me or may be you too have the same fears, and why just you, perhaps everyone. I am writing this post in great haste because very soon I will fall in line!(Do come back to this line when you read the last line. Not Now!) And then writing this post would be very difficult.

I will tell you the few things I thought about which dragged me into this mental dilemma. But before that I will tell you the feelings that couples with it. You feel being pushed by a strong current of water down the stream(Never, had this feeling, but sounds about right). Or let me give you a different example, like appreciating a movie because the critics sang wonders about it. Or being forced to snatch the beauty of abstractness from a feeling just because some logical fellow wants the pillar of logic supporting it. I will not say I felt each bit of it but I thought and was forced to think more.

 Let me begin then, firstly I feel I don't have logic for everything, and most of those are the things I feel. Now that I think about it, I don't need to. And not just me, you would have felt in different moments that few things need not have logic. The movies you see, the novels you read, the people you like need not have a column of reasons attached to them. Feelings need not be defended by logic.
Second and perhaps the most dominating factor is the novel "The Fountainhead" by Ayan Rand. I finished reading it recently. It was a good read, maybe one of the best I have read. Out of many one important inference the novel made was that of individualism over collectivism. Ayan Rand's complex explanation got me confused or to say I didn't relate to it. I can agree to individualism being effective or noble and even better than collectivism but I didn't agree on the point where collectivism was rubbished. Let me steer back the ship for I am not writing this to discuss this issue but the fact, that it is not always mandatory to fall in line or not always fall from it either, not to always believe what others believe or not to always have wayward beliefs. Life has always been a mix, even for those pillars of society who appeared rigid. A bit of flexibility has always given man the rightful breath needed.
So don't be tough on yourself, it is fine to fall out of line once in a while, and if you are a firm believer of doing things differently, it is okay to be in line for a change(Now you can go back to that line!).