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12 o'clock. Time of supernaturals. I picked up my phone and dialled his number.

"Hello" a sleepy voice echoed from the other side of phone.

"Ayan, are you sleeping?" I said making sure that he doesn't go to sleep now.

"No, skydiving from 3rd floor." He rebuked me, angry and yawning. "farha, Is this the time to call! I have important meeting tomorrow. Good night."

He cant get rid of me so easily. Its been 2 months that I am not able to sleep properly at night and he can't even spare one night or rather few minutes from it. "Dare if you disconnect my phone, I wont come for the practice tomor...." I tried shouting but he disconnected the phone. I sighed and arranged my blanket and pillow to sleep.
My phone rang after 2 minutes. So I was able to touch his weak nerve and he had to call me back. I sat up smiling as his name flashed on my phone's screen. I picked up the call.

"Keep you arrogance in your purse, miss attitude and continue your blabber." he said.

I bet who wouldn't fall in love with this stupid boy. He is a mixture of strength and weekness, madness and good sence, care and torture. He is a paradox.

" please give me some ideas to paint. I am tired of thinking." I said in low tone.
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"I gave you the paintbrushes and i should also furnish you with ideas. You are good for nothing, Farha." His statement killed my exitement.

"Go to hell, Ayan. Good night" i said with rage.

"Hey, you can paint 'satan being chained', or a 'contrast between heaven and hell." He said, as though gaining a revelation in the nick of time.

"Sounds good but I haven't seen any Satan other than you." I chuckeled.

"Ok then, paint yourself as a giant chimpanzee hanging on the tree." His laughter vibrated my blood cells making it boil. I burned inside out.

"Your ideas are too lame to draw. Any better version of your brain will be welcomed." I smirked.

We discussed planets, galaxy, atoms, mountains, flowers, martyrs, legends, cartoons, architectures and everything that was left on the way of our past golden years. A true conversation with a real person is an holy grail. I don't know from where we got topics or was it relevant for my portrait, but we talked. Pouring out thoughts and emotions to each other, knowing that our vague words mattered to atleast one person on this earth. It was 2 am when we surrendered ourself to the sleep fairy. It was actually a Good Night after so long.
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*Hey readers, Do you like mid night conversation?*
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