Raat kali hai, lamba safar hai mera.

I love nights. I love the shroud of silence and contemplation that nights throw on my mind. There is an involuntary stillness that enters my heart, as I find nature tucking in for the day despite human beings' frenzied activity around them. Crows start turning to their nests at the stroke of sunset, trees fold up for the day & draw their leaves tighter around themselves like shwals, self respecting insects (unlike mosquitos) disappear for the day. As the night bleeds and spread its black fingers over the lamp shades, the mist of sleep overpowers thoughtful minds and restless hearts. It's time to draw the curtains, not just on the day but on the re-run of the events of the day in our minds.
Nights are for reconsiderations, revivals and rejuvenations.
In simple words when stars start shining at your window, its time to hibernate/shutdown or "Crtl+Alt+del". I see the night has got deep relations with the color black- the hue of absorption,mystery,seduction and death.
Aristotle hypothesised on the nature of light as-" a disturbance in the element air". But I see day and night as -"if day is a factory to feed your body, night is the spa for pampering yourself". As the wind flow through the night, as I watched distant roadlights, I used to feel an incredible high, an insatiable thirst to "create" throughout the night. On the special nights when I write something well, I name them as a "female night"- a yamini, a nisha, a rajni and not just another ratri.
I believe as the moon emerge with the stars, the night materialise to sing their nighty songs. I discover life in dark and fall in love with night.
Now here are few lines written by some hindi poet on Night:
Ghar ke gamlon main jo naag faniyaa lagi fekiey raat raani saja lijiey,
ki jugnuwo ab dikha do mujhe rasta,
Raat kaali hai aur lamba safar hai mera!