Warmth in The Hour of 3 AM

 And then there are days when you pour yourself a glass of wine, put on Prateek Kuhad's playlist, and get lost in the trance. It's not just 3 am silence anymore. There's something so magical about his songs, they don't always hit you but when they do it's like an ecstatic place. A place where everything is alright and all your worst fears and tensions just disappear. You can just close your eyes and lie down on the bed or cuddle yourself while sitting on the floor and go on for hours listening to his voice, the lyrics as if they're telling you magical tale about your dreams, you connect to the words the way you did when your granny told you those bedtime stories. And then there comes a magical feeling of having butterflies and knots in your stomach at the same time cuz suddenly you realize that no matter how soulful the moment may seem right now, it's beyond far from the reality and this makes your heart ache. Somewhere deep down you crave for those emotions not only the kasoor part but you also wanna experience the cold/mess, you want to sing 100 words for someone.