The Midnight Stars
A s I stand on the cusp of 12 midnight, finishing my last article for the day, enveloped in the pulse of the capital city, the world around me takes on a profound stillness. Nearly three weeks have passed since the jubilant festival of Diwali, yet remnants of its bright spirit linger. The balconies dotted across the skyline still glow, flickering like stars scattered against a sprawling dark canvas. In a landscape often overshadowed by despair and uncertainty, those lights stand as a testament to an enduring resilience—a stubborn insistence on hope amidst the shadows of night. These twinkling illuminations are more than mere decorations; they symbolize a deeper existential truth. Just as the lost boat on a dark ocean searches for salvation in the distant flicker of a lighthouse, so too do our souls yearn for connection, understanding, and renewal, especially in times of turmoil. The post-Diwali glow speaks not just to the festivity of the moment, but to the universal human conditi...