Posted on by Pinkii Bakshi

My Nocturnal Escape

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I love the deeper and darker hours of the night. When the world is at rest and silence wraps around everything.

Once the day’s chores are done, I often pause outside my room, watching my family sleep peacefully under the soft, golden glow of the lamp. There’s a quiet comfort in knowing that they’re at ease. From there, I tiptoe into my study, my little haven where the chaos of the day has no entry.

I leave the world and its worries outside the door like shedding old skin and am ready to be anew.  I snuggle inside the cosy blanket on the couch. I finally claim time for my thoughts to unwind.

Some nights, I lose myself in a novel, flipping pages until the characters feel like old friends. Other nights, like tonight, I write. I scribble in my journal, letting my thoughts flow freely, no filters, no structure, just me and my raw emotions laid bare on the page.

Reading and writing become a ritual of release and renewal.

To pour my heart, to empty my soul,

I write..

To unburden my shoulders, to fill my heart,

I write..

To find hope, to heal my soul

I write..

To gather courage, to forget the rummage

I write..

To stay sane, to make sense

I write..

To find my purpose, to light my way

I write..

To reconnect with self, to discover myself

 I write..

To give soul to random thoughts, to connect the dots

I write..

To close the day, to embrace what may

I write..

There is such beauty in the stillness of the night when all the noise fades into the quiet. The stillness allows your chaotic mind to finally unwind.

During the day, thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind: distant, incomplete, broken, and forgotten. It’s the silence of the night that gathers them and gives them shape and voice in the form of words on the page.

When the thick silence wraps me and the gentle tick-tock of the clock reminds me of its only company, I pour my thoughts onto paper. This silence isn’t lonely; it’s a space where I can reconnect with who I am beyond the roles I play during the day.

In the morning, there are deadlines to meet and demands to fulfil, but nighttime is my sanctuary; it’s just you with yourself. There is no to-do list to prepare anymore, no nagging worries to confront. Just relaxing, hearing my breath and acknowledging my existence.

As I close my journal and step back into my room, the soft glow of the lamp fills me. I snuggle under the covers and drift off to sleep. I feel lighter, as though the weight of the day has melted away.

These nighttime moments are my anchor that helps me find balance. A quiet reminder that no matter how noisy or overwhelming life gets, there’s always time to pause, to breathe, and to simply be.

PS: This blog post is part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.

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44 Replies to “My Nocturnal Escape”

  1. Your quiet ritual of watching your family sleep under soft lamplight felt so intimate, like I was tiptoeing right beside you. The way you describe shedding the day’s chaos and sinking into your writing and reading cocoon made me want to create similar midnight moments. Your poem excerpt is a beautiful reminder that night stillness can be our greatest healer.

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  3. The post felt like a breather.A sanctuary amidst chaos and hustle of day to day life.The stillness and calm of the night gives you a space where you can truly be you – not a wife, not a mother – just you.

    And the poem was beautiful Pinkii.

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  5. I could feel the calmness of the night and the comfort that comes with those quiet hours. Loved how beautifully you captured the power of writing as a way to heal and reconnect with yourself.

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  6. There’s something hauntingly beautiful about your imagery : the silence of night, the unspoken ache, the raw longing for peace. This felt like slipping into a dream woven from stardust and solitude. Loved how your words carried both weight and lightness. Truly a nocturnal escape, indeed.

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  7. Life is so strange. We crave for calm when we have chaos around us. Living alone, I crave for sounds of laughter, of talk of a busy day. I am not inclined to write anything at all these days. Maybe it’s temporary and I will bounce back. Your nocturnal escape sounds surreal to me.

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  8. This was so beautiful, Pinkii. I could feel the calm and warmth in every word.I feel something similar in the early morning hours, those few moments before I start preparing tiffin for the kids feel like my own little pause.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words! Your comment truly touched a chord in my heart. The fact that it made you emotional means a lot to me—perhaps because, even though the words were about self-care, the emotion behind them resonated with you. I’m so glad you could feel it.

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  11. Your description of the night’s hush and the freedom it brings was so vividly painted . I could almost feel the cool air and soft shadows. I appreciated the way you connected solitude under the stars to creative and emotional renewal.

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  14. There’s something relaxing about enjoying solitude and sharing that time with our books or writing. No matter what we do for the rest part of the day, this time is precious and important.

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  17. For me my Nocturnal escape is when I look at my sleeping baby beside me holding me tight as if the world centers round me for me. Nocturnal escape for me is when I look at my sleeping husband sleeping in peace it makes me feel blessed… For me that’s enough to enjoy a true Noctural escape

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  19. Your words really painted the night in a whole new light, Pinki. It felt like a peaceful midnight stroll in my mind and me being a lover of the nighttime myself felt like I was reminiscing my favoruite memories of the after dark

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  20. A beautifully tender piece—your words cradle the night like a lullaby. You’ve captured solitude as a sanctuary, where silence isn’t empty but healing. This is soul-soothing, reflective magic. ✨

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  21. I totally understand what you are talking about. Earlier I used to sleep early, but ever since I started blogging, I love the silence of the late night, when everyone has slept, as that’s the best time to write. Even now, my husband is sleeping next to me and I am writing, wrapped in my duvet!

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  22. This post spoke to me deeply. As a mom navigating late-night thoughts and quiet moments, I found your nocturnal escape both soothing and relatable. It’s a beautiful reminder that even in darkness, we can find clarity, calm, and creative space. Thank you.

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