It was a cold night. The full moon shone brightly, its soft rays gleaming through the silky white curtains that swayed gently and quietly from side to side. The room had turned into a gallery of silhouettes, with soft shadows embellishing its floor and walls. The human brain is in constant search of amusement, acknowledgement and consolation from the world around. She had no other place but that room to seek all the amusement, acknowledgment and consolation she needed to survive. Oh, how the long hours of night can turn into an entrapment for the sleepless and the forlorn. As she lay unsleeping in bed, her eyes wandered around the silhouettes and shadows, desperately looking for a pattern that could distract her disheartened mind. That was her wishful thinking, which the world seems to conspire against day in, day out. Every evening she would go home and undress herself, remembering to take off the pseudo façade she only wore outside the house. She wasn’t an artist of any sor...