At 2 AM, besides the Shangri-La Lake, it’s the quietness and the serenity that you feel when the lake is in front of your eyes; and as you gaze on the ripples of the water moving towards the edge like a Juliet to her Romeo, the whole expanse seems to get widening when a soft breeze sways those flowers at the edge towards the enigmatic mountains shadowing the lake where some unknown spirits too, like me, might be becoming an addict to such a splendid offerings of the nature and then you think no further and talk no more. You just want to be there and keep looking, saying nothing, hearing nothing, just witnessing the stillness of life while this instant escape of the weary mind continues.