probably the god dances before our eyes sometimes and we are but to
say...amazing. It was 4:30 am in the morning when we reached the
place...everyone dispersed to their rooms for a short nap. I had slept an hour or two
in the bus...so was not feeling sleepy at all. I lied there on a cemented platform..I
could not recognize that in the dark. I closed my eyes for sometime. It was
cold...not so cold..but cold enough to give a slight shiver. Murmurings went down
as people settled down in their cottages. When I opened my eyes I could see more
clearly...and I went deep into thinking of the scientific reasons behind it, that we
studied in primary school. I took a long breath..held it for sometime and exhaled it
slowly.......The thin line differentiating the mountain was not so sharp. It gave an
appearance as if something darker merged into something lighter. The later without
any stars. Probably it was a cloudy night. i don't remember that either. I lost myself
into one thought after another. Sometimes my thoughts turned darker...as was the
night sky...probably still darker....things lost..things hated...things loathed...things
never able to take hold of....some unknown things...mostly known things....or faces
perhaps if they like...when my wandering mind could no more hold the filthy stench
of that darkness...i shook my head...n scenes of merriment tresspassed my
mind...the lights began to crawl in the space around me...the thin line between the
mountain and the sky grew sharper....and rustling of air and whistelling of birds
began in the nearby bush...it was time to get and get inside the cottage...the crowd
will be out soon...i must hide myself before that...