Night strolls ~ a period of contemplation, clashes of thoughts

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Night stroll. One of my favourites. A travel sensation, usually accompanied by fresh air and away from the bustling chaos of the traffic. I do love walking, feeling the adrenaline flowing through my body, sweat drenched and the taunts of my muscles pulling beyond endurance. Don’t see it as exercise, I am just a person who cannot sit still.

Tonight, away from Kuala Lumpur, I travelled to a dodgy part of Klang Valley. Not as sinister as the darkest corner of sin city, rather a place where people come to buy alcohol, to take a cigarette break or even to replenish their endless supply of boredom. By the time I reached my destination, my head was pounding from the long walk » up several hills and pass a sleepy residential area. Almost intoxicating.

I sat comfortably on the pavement, ignoring the filth and smell of the garbage ahead. Cats hunting and cockroaches scattered everywhere. The humidity of the night, suffocating, causing me to sweat intensely. Such is the punishment of the Infinite Night, perhaps outraged at my presence. I cared not, it was my time.

I remember seeing a police patrol vehicle, two policemen, heavily armed, parking near the 7-11. Their eyes scanning the people, mainly migrant workers from Myanmar, watching… waiting. I didn’t escape their notice, though they ignored me immediately after seeing me; perhaps not worth their time. A crooked grin erupted on my face.

The night was a theatre, two drunks made their way, singing and arguing about the sad state of Malaysian affairs, alas everyone, even drunks, take delight in talking about politics. Don’t see a point, Malaysians have already committed political-suicide. I only see the carnage.

Night strolls, are the best time for contemplation, about my life and about the unpredictable future. Yet during this time, I embrace the madness of insomnia, warmly, though I dread at times to see the sunrise.

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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