At three in the morning, the city sleeps. No horns. No voices. Just silence. This is when strange thoughts come. I was awake last night at this hour. Sitting by the window. Watching the clock. Its hands moved slowly. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each tick was a piece of my life disappearing. Gone forever. Never coming
Why do people become strangers the moment elevator doors close? Explore the psychology behind elevator etiquette, social anxiety, and the unspoken rules that govern our behavior in confined spaces.
The Boy Inside Me” reflects on the hidden child within every adult—reminding us that beyond duties and routines lies a deeper truth we often silence. It is a call to pause, remember, and reclaim the wonder we once carried.
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