What’s so striking about city lights, you ask?

Unapologetically beautiful, these twinkling imposters of stars. That’s what they are. Skyglow or light pollution is the reason, we, in an urban landscape, are unable to see stars. City lights, like stars, look distant in a melancholic manner and mysterious for sure. They promise to be more familiar to you than their lookalikes in the sky, but are they? Would you ever consider them familiar no matter how long you’ve called that city your home? How deviant though, even after not offering familiarity, the solace they extend is inexplicable. If you ask me, this concrete jungle has nothing to offer us apart from these vague city lights. Ironic.

Obscuring our view of starlight, they choose to take the centre stage and demand appreciation. The only familiarity of nights, these dissociated urban stars.