Sleepless Summer Night
Air was still, night starry with the moon sending silvery streaks of light. Sweat was tickling along my body as I lay there in the terrace counting stars. The humming of mosquitoes in my ears added to my inspiration. They were busy sucking blood. The night watchman came on regular rounds. He would bang his stick hard and wake me up. How could I be expected to sleep in such circumstances. I felt that my blood was boiling. No sooner had I done this the mosquitoes attacked me and pierced their sharp needles ruthlessly in my body. All this was becoming terrible and no longer bearable. The street dogs were up to their antics roaming here and there causing disturbance. I got up from my bed and saw the streets. All seemed to be asleep expect me. I was badly suffering from the stings of Summer. Time was passing...