During the pitch-black hours of the sooty midnight, amidst the hooting hours, I often love to spend the most peaceable time with my self. After drifting back home, I often sit up in dim lights with persistent fatigue, enjoying the stillness, and watching the timeless novel-based classical movies.

I usually order food from a famous Chinese restaurant down the lane. They drop the most exotically tasting Chinese food in a brilliantly colored Chinese take away box within minutes.    Due to the laziness, instead of using a plate, I munch the food and surf the channels for the best movie options lazily.

Mostly, I like to see movies with happy endings. Still, yesterday, I felt like watching something like food for thought and saw the movie based on my favorite novel, Atonement, by the English novelist, Ian McEwan. Last night, I watched this remorseful movie, which serenely stirred every ounce of my soul, every little sigh I had ever drawn, and every dream that seemed to be sewn from mere star shine and the cries of a million heartbroken roses.

 I felt the ground sigh, crumble, and trickle-down like the rhythm bellowing in the tiny heartbroken corners of the weeping swirl, like sawdust, as they shared the last seeping glance, the eternally fatal kiss. The final rose their tearful eyes had traded in a heartbeat. Do feelings have homes? I guess true feelings are born homeless It felt like dwindling the utmost trance, almost magical, like stepping in a dewy song, yet heartbreaking, as it rippled and drizzled on the screen like tears of a fantasy, slowly quilling into quiet, little vanilla dreams, dead like the stifling mirages you may find on a rainy midsummer day.

 It may slowly feel like losing oneself entirely in the heart of a pleading story, in the pages of a poignantly brewed love saga, Atonement. Last night, I watched a remorseful movie that serenely stirred every ounce of my soul, every little sigh I had ever drawn, and every dream that seemed to be sewn from mere star shine and the cries of a million heartbroken roses. 

It's a very touching story for the years to come, a story about the dire effects of a horrific yet immature lie that rusted so many lives woven together. The instilling story of a fabricated yet innocent lie that changes lives forever. A falsified web that entangled and perished every dream, every blooming desire of the ill-fated young couple in love. 

The inspired lifestyle, the idyllic countryside, the mesmerizing mansion, the floral wallpapers, the sweet dollhouse-like inner décor, the epic fountain scene that steeped the birth of confusion, the eye language of each character lost in thoughts, looming envy, passionate blisters of anger and undying, unrequited love; every scene was a lasting memory for the years to come, and the Atonement effect might haunt me for years. Do see it, if you like dramatic stuff like me, sometimes.