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You’ve Got a Night You Don’t Want to Go Home To
গতশীতকালের একটি রাত—শহরের আলোগুলি স্বর্ণের ফড়ফড়িতে,আবহাওয়ায়ওয়াস্পড়িয়া,দূরেরহাসিহট্ আমি ‘ফায়ারএসকেপ’-এএকটি iced-চা-এদমছ।আকাশবিভিন্নগঙ্গজলধি
আমি inside-এreturn-কব -ন।
Not because I was avoiding anything—but because this moment felt like belonging.
The Quiet Rebellion of Staying Awake
We’re taught that loneliness is failure. That if you feel heavy at 2 a.m., you must be doing something wrong. But what if your insomnia isn’t a flaw? What if it’s your soul whispering: Stay here. This is sacred. In my own life, these hours aren’t wasted—they’re where I write letters no one will ever read, sketch ideas in margins, or just sit with thoughts that don’t need answers. The truth? We’re not too sensitive. We’re too real. And sometimes—just sometimes—wanting to stay up forever isn’t avoidance. It’s devotion.
When Your Mind Becomes Your Home
I once shared this thought with a friend over coffee—”I think I’m happiest when I’m not trying to be happy.” She laughed softly and said: “That sounds like love.” And maybe it is. Because when we stop performing joy for others—and allow ourselves to simply be in our messy, feeling-filled state—we begin to meet ourselves. It’s not about fixing anything. It’s about showing up with honesty—even when it hurts. This rhythm of staying awake? It’s not rebellion against sleep—it’s an act of self-trust.
The Beauty in Unfinished Things
Last month, I started keeping an ‘unpublished’ journal—just words without purpose or audience. No rules. No edits. Just whatever surfaced: fear about work, dreams about oceans, tiny regrets over old text messages left unread. One night I wrote: “I don’t want closure—I want continuity.” The next morning, I realized it wasn’t sadness—it was freedom. The permission to carry emotion without needing resolution? The space where healing lives? it’s here—in these unscheduled hours we call ‘lonely.’ i’ve learned that some nights aren’t meant for answers—they’re meant for presence. sometimes being still is how we grow most deeply, not by rushing toward tomorrow, but by honoring today’s ache, even its quiet ones.
