where did it all go?

It is close to 1 AM. I am laying down on my stomach.. reading a paper while madhursangeet.com plays the sweet melody of "neend na mujhko aayein..".

I suddenly recall the cold nights that I used to spend on the terrace in our mysore home under the yellow light that dimly lit the terrace and pouring over my 10th (all the way to 2nd year Pre University) class notes. I remember the radio beginning my post dinner study at Chhayageet at 10 on vividh-bhaarati, to go to a national public radio kind of station that went on until 4 AM. I would wander among random morse-codes like things sometimes playing on short-wave. All kinds of news, classical music, western, chinese even turkish and russian music some times.. whatever the waves spilt on my shores were welcome in those lonely silent hours.

I would look at various neighbor's lights going on and off .. watch strangers' silhouettes going to bathrooms, getting a drink of water, smoking..and turning the lights off again. I remember some odd guy riding the bicycle on the street, I can hear the goorkha's eerie whistling and beating sticks at the stone-walk-in's of different front yards.. And mesmerizing tunes of Rafi... aasha bhonsle's sweet voice.. Hemant Kumar's melancholic calls.. and some times Karachi-radio's kawwalis.. I would immerse myself in their music.. digress.. but eventually, I would return to my notes looking yellow in the 60-watt bulb light in the dark night..
I miss the yellowish dark nights, I miss my terrace and my notes.. I miss me back then.
Where is all that gone?