Bliss Of A Random Night
By Manasvi Srivastava
The cool breeze of midnight air feels so nice against my face, running through as I exhale softly. Hair flowing behind me, I brush a hand through to tame it. A smile tugs on my lips as my feet swing back and forth gently. Sitting up here, it's all coming together. So beautiful the city is from under me. Nothing but the light of building rooms and cars driving by below. I can't hear the city bustle over the music I'm blasting through my trusty headphones. Pen in hand, sketchbook rested in my lap, I click the top and continue to sketch and doze off into my own little world as I sing along to my heart's content..
By Manasvi Srivastava

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