And that magical Feeling is gone

After a long hiatus off the clubbing scene, the princess returns with much anticipation last weekend. The moment she steps into that same old place, she sensed a feeling of excitement all over again.

But as soon as the princess turns her head around the dance floor, it suddenly becomes almost too familiar. The same old crowd in and out, dancing to the music that now cannot be distinguished one from another.

Same smile, same expression, same decor, same one-of-a-kind men.

In that one instance, all the magical feeling that you have about a place, a notion, a person disappears into thin air. And awkwardly, in the middle of the club, the princess was left stranded, void of emotions, wandering where they have all gone to.

Yet, strangely, there was a certain sense of relief.

As if my eyes were cursed by a non-clubber's spell, the princess could not see either the beauty or the charm of the night-life for the rest of the night.

This time, she was an outsider in a place she calls home.

And as my cab drove further away from the club that night on my way home, the princess wonders: "Can one really lose that magic moment overnight?"

Perhaps in a world, sadly, built on hype & freshness, familarity can sometimes truly breeds contempt.